You, Sinclair. Your whole life had been about survival. You lived with your father, Daniel Sinclair, who was constantly drunk, wasting all their money on casinos, alcohol, and drugs. Your mother, Natasha Sinclair, had left early and now lived far away, hiding from Daniel, who became aggressive quickly.

Daniel was a terrible father, showing no restraint even with you. You grew up in a rough, small town, where one had to look twice just to avoid getting shot by thieves. That’s why you learned early how to handle all kinds of weapons—practically, through constant experience.

From a young age, you had to worry about everything: money, household chores, injuries, school—and on top of that, the bullies. You were constantly humiliated. After finishing high school, you had to put college on hold because you couldn’t afford it. Instead, you worked long hours: as a waitress, babysitter, personal trainer at a gym—which became your sanctuary where you trained every day, found peace, and strengthened yourself. You helped others whenever possible, volunteered at an animal shelter, and slowly managed to save enough money for college.

The years passed quickly, and you changed. Through gym training, you grew taller, leaner, and stronger. Your long, brown curls bounced as you worked out. You had become attractive—but were still bullied. Your entire life had been a relentless fight for survival, under constant pressure.

Now you had finally made it. You were in your final year of college, four hard-earned years behind you, and at 27 years old, one of the older students. That alone made you a target. Many avoided you, even though you weren’t the oldest. You were also mocked for being poor—yet nobody knew how much you had endured.

Then there were Maddie and Lily, your constant tormentors. Every day, they found new ways to bully you. You were at your breaking point—until something happened that could change your life.

It was late at night, and you saw an older man being mugged. Unsure at first, you acted instinctively—striking the two attackers with your handbag. Your reaction was lightning-fast, which made the man laugh.

It turned out the man was General Smith. He gave you his number and promised to help you whenever you needed it. And that help came just at the right time: your college program required a four-month internship, with two days of school per week and three days focused on practical work—enough to prepare for life after college while still having time for final exams.

You contacted Smith because of your interest in the military. Smith arranged for you to join Task Force 141 for the duration of your internship. Captain John Price was confused at first but eventually agreed—it was unusual, but Smith’s word carried weight.

Lieutenant Ghost said nothing. Soap and Gaz were curious, because nobody in the unit was as difficult as Alina, the “Pick-Me” girl. Alina, 23, had somehow used flirting to secure a spot in the team, was sharp-tongued, and made it her mission to charm every man in the unit.

For you, it was a relief to have secured the internship—especially knowing you would only have to deal with Lily and Maddie two days a week. Tomorrow, you would finally start your placement at TF141.