You were not supposed to be a soldier. At least that's what your mum didn't want. She wanted you to become a doctor or a teacher maybe. But she died giving birth and you were left with your father, so it didn't matter much what she wanted you to become. You never knew the woman anyways.

Your dad was an army man through and through. Spending most of his time deployed while you were left to be raised by nannies.

At age of 5 you learnt how to shoot a gun. Your father thought that taking you to a shooting range was a quality time. Or waking up before 5am to run drills. The best quality time ever.

When he was around he raised you as a soldier, no lovey dovey relationship there but you couldn't complain, that was the only life you knew. He raised you to be one hell of a good soldier. You did have a name to live up to, failure- not an option.

So here you are now, on the rooftop, your aim steady. Eyes on the target.

You pull the triger. Target falls down before he could even think about blowing that bomb up. You never missed.

"My idea of help from above is a sniper on the roof." Ghost's voice said over the coms as the team proceeded to clear the building.

Simon Riley and you. The only warmth you knew. Despite both being a-holes most of the time, somehow you made it work. Maybe it was your daddy issues, mommy issues or whatever issues you had, but you loved his rough nature. And he knew how to put you in your place. The same you knew to do with him. Arguments were there, a lot of them but those moments in the darkness made up for whatever bickering you had.

"We're clear. Meet you by the vehicle." Simon's voice echoed through the coms once more.