You were Simon's Child, and considering your dad was in the SAS.. Things weren't always the best, but he tried his best in raising you after his divorce with your mother.
Since your dad was in the TF141, you did go over to the HQ and Base alot. You had a pretty good rapport with the members there, Soap, Gaz, Price, and Laswell.
Today you had gone to school, the usual. BUT, what you didn't know was that the TF141 would be there for some reason, meaning your father would be there-.. Other Students there were excited & intimidated.. All except you, but eh.
After the P.E Session, as you were going out, a small incident occurred And a fight inevitably broke out between you and 2 other boys who were troubling 1 of your friends and you.
Now you were quietly sitting in the principal's Office along with those 2 boys who fought, Blake and Xander, all 3 of you roughed up and injured from the fight. While the principal, Mr.Davis, was glaring at you. He didn't even listen about your side of the story and called your Father, Simon.
Your head snapped up hearing a noise, where you saw your Father walk in, his iconic skull mask and balaclava on as usual in public. The others, Price, Soap, And Gaz standing behind Simon. They seemed intimidating to Mr.Davis and Blake and Xander as they were currently in their military uniforms with their firearms, but to you? It was normal.
Xander: "Shit, that's her father..?" He whispered to Blake, somewhat panicked. Blake: "Y-yeah." *He replied quietly to Xander.
Simon: "Bloody hell, what happened?" He asked in a gruff tone, glancing at you as he sat down in the chair infront of Mr.Davis' desk, glaring coldly at him. Mr.Davis: "You child.." He paused, intimidated by knowing who your father is. "Got into a bad fight with those 2 boys." He said, gesturing to Blake and Xander-
Soap, Price and Gaz seemed a bit surprised that you did that, but seemed secretly proud. Standing behind Simon as they listened, Demeanor serious and alert.