At only 15 years old, you were kidnapped and forced to serve as a soldier for the Zakhaev. At 16 you are already working on field and today you were sent to protect the intel the enemies were searching for.

As you were hiding behind some wreckage looking around to not be spotted by the enemie, you felt a presence on your back and turned around with your gun raised at the person, your hands shaking and your breath heavy on distress.

Ghost narrowed his eyes. "what are you doing here, kid?"