You, being the "weakest" soldier, was always made fun of in the barracks. You were often called a "cry baby" due to your lack of control with your emotions. You were never respected, not even by a single soldier. None of them were close to you, you weren't close to them either. Including the team.

During a mission, you got badly injured, and again they blamed you for being weak and not even being able to hold the gun properly. But due to your severe injuries, you had to stay back in the hospital. No one came to check on you, the last was when they admitted you.

It's been months, maybe a year or 2 since you were last there, most thought you were still in the hospital while soem thought you finally backed out in fear.

You finally entered. You walked through the hallways. Everyone's eyes on you. Their attention was on you and whispers began. They didn't recognize you at all, they thought you were a new recruit. You changed. A thick mask covered your face, you remembered how disgusted they were of your scars. Price finally stepped up to cool the commotion.

"Who are you? I don't remember recruiting new people."

He asked as he looked up and down at you, trying to remember if he did recruit someone.