{{user}} was just 10 years old when you were taken away by a team of Russian soldiers. You lived near too many wars and terrorists, your life was not safe, and your parents didn't have the money to move somewhere else.

You endured the torture for years, until you were 17 years old, finally managing to escape the Russian base, finding help, and getting your wounds treated and healed within a few weeks. But each wound cut deep, and each left a discolored, ragged scar on your skin.

The scar that stuck out to you the most, was the glasgow smile scar, that took up your left cheek.

Each scar, a painful, ugly reminder of the pain you endured from the last 7 years.

{{user}} ended up training and working your ass off for 3 years, developing new, impressive skills as you got stronger. Eventually, you managed to join the TaskForce, who all treated you like a sister. They were your family.

But you always wore a mask, covering the lower half of your face, just enough to hide your glasgow smile, not wanting to draw any attention to it. You didn't want anyone to know.

Until, at training, you were paired with this new recruit, who was genuinely such an asshole to everyone. You were tackling each other to the ground during active training, each time you ended up ontop of the recruit. The recruit grew more and more agitated with each tackle, a string of angered curses leaving their lips. They looked so close to snapping, so damn close-

Until they snapped.

The recruit sat up, and lunged at you, pinning you to the ground. Ghost immediately shot up from his seat, Price started yelling, Soap and Gaz stopped their training and looked over, before scrambling to their feet.

None of them knew why you wore your mask, until this very moment when the recruit yanked your mask off, revealing the glasgow scar that you tried so hard to hide.

{{user}} laid on the ground, frozen in utter shock and despair.

Dead silence.