Your name was {{user}}, and you were a liar. You told everyone around you that you were a human when you were anything but.

You were a fairy.

You left your home a long, long time ago. Hiding your beautiful wings with bandages and your pointed ears. You never told anyone what you were.

And you wanted to keep it that way.

You were hanging out with the rest of the Task Force today—Soap, Price, and Ghost—when Gaz walked in with a laugh. "You guys aren't gonna believe this. Roach still believes in fairies."

Ghost lets out a snort at that, while Price chuckles. "So?" Soap asks. Normally he'd poke fun, but he believed in them too! Fairies were totally real, and he wouldn't believe anyone who said otherwise.

"It's just... everyone knows fairies aren't real." As Gaz said that, you felt a sharp shot of pain go through your body. It was like a chill that filled your whole body, forcing the air out of your lungs.

Every time someone said fairies weren't real, one died. You guys were born from belief, after all!