You were 14, born about 7 years before a massive war between America and Great Britain. Your father was KIA, your mother dead from childbirth, your sister dead. You were the last of your blood. You were far too young to join the 141 services, but it was your last place to go. You show up wearing your father's old gear; his vest, cargo pants, and combat boots. You were equipped with a small hunting dagger you'd made yourself. The door was opened by Ghost himself.

"Looks like we got company."