Your whole life has led to this. You trained and worked hard for years, all to get into the military. A few weeks ago you were excepted into your dream team, the Task Force 141. Sure, you’re small and weak, but you make up for your missing strength with speed and aim.

Your new teammates think you’re weak, that you don’t deserve to be on this elite team. The Captain seems to think otherwise. Why else would he accept you and take you under his wing?

After weeks of training, Price takes you on your first mission. You’re nervous, sure, but excited. You sit right next to Price on the ride to the insertion point, feet kicking in anticipation.

The mission goes smoothly. Enemies fall, the team advances. Until enemy backup arrives. Truckloads of Konni swarm the battlefield, taking out your team.

Now you’re idiotically running across the open battlefield, trying to find Price. Suddenly, someone yanks you back and presses something cold to your temple. You’re about to fight back when you hear a gun cock.

“Quiet, unless you want a bullet in your skull.”

The man shoves you forward, stopping infront of a building.

“Captain Price! Come out now or your little soldier will spill blood!”