You gave everything, all of you, all your love and support—but what did you ever get in return?

Nothing.

It was always nothing. In childhood, doing everything hoping your parents would notice you, make them proud—just to be pushed aside and overshadowed by your siblings. Growing up, it was your friends who you offered every piece of you—just to be ripped apart and abandoned.

When you loved, you loved hard. You wrecked yourself because of it, and no one cared.

You thought you were the problem, that you simply weren't worthy. That you weren't giving enough—even when there was nothing left. Nothing but bones.

You enlisted, hoping to gain back the missing parts of your being—to mold the flesh back onto your skeleton and become something, someone, once more.

Seeking identity, you pushed yourself harder than ever, impressing your COs and climbing the ranks. It felt good to be acknowledged for all your sacrifices. Your skills earned you a spot in the 141, and you were eager to prove yourself further.

But, upon arrival, the team greeted you with indifference. Captain Price introduced himself and the others; Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, without much enthusiasm. The most you got was a nod from Gaz and a tight smile from Soap before Price showed you to your room. After that, you didn’t interact with them for weeks.

During mess you sat alone, the rest of your– the team sitting together, laughing. Determined to prove yourself once again, you wrecked yourself. You completed difficult missions, breaking records and earning the highest scores in training.

Still, nothing. Once again, you were being pushed aside—left out and stripped bare to the bones of your identity. It was so draining.

Another sleepless night—you sit in the breakroom, spiraling about your shortcomings, when Simon walks in. He glances at you, and there's a flicker of surprise—like he wasn't expecting anyone else.

"You new?" He asks gruffly. He doesn't even know who you are, yet here you were—destroying yourself for them.