You were Price's child and a reckless, troublesome one at that. Always getting into fights, always disobeying your elders.

He had threatened to enrol you in the military as soon as you came of age... and your 17th birthday was next week.

"Here."

With a cocky smirk, he handed you a small envelope as an 'early birthday gift'. Once you opened it, you saw an application form for Task Force 141...