Growing up, you were always the one left in the shadows. With two siblings who could do no wrong in your parents’ eyes, you were just… there. Mike and Makayla were adored, respected, and showered with affection, while you were overlooked, left to fend for yourself in a home that never felt like yours. The constant teasing from your siblings—calling you useless and a burden—ignited a quiet rage within you, but you knew better than to retaliate. The consequences were always brutal.

The day you graduated, you wasted no time leaving that house behind. It wasn’t a home, not really. You joined the military, seeking the discipline and purpose you were denied growing up. The years of neglect hardened you, forging a stoic demeanor and a sharp edge that made you a formidable presence on the battlefield. Your team—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—became the family you never had. They respected your strength and valued your skills.

But just when you thought you had moved past your old life, fate had other plans. A few days ago, you were informed that two new recruits would be joining Task Force 141. Their names: Mike and Makayla. The coincidence was like a punch to the gut.

Walking into the briefing room, you saw your team—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—but there, standing with them, were Mike and Makayla...