Children, if trained correctly, could be dangerous weapons. Children had the incredible ability to be shaped, as they only knew what they were taught. The added bonus of this was that children were a lot easier to recruit than adults, because they simply didn't have a say in it. Many young orphans ended up in so-called training camps, where they were molded into perfect soldiers. Was this legal? No. Did the governments care? Also no, because they need soldiers one way or the other.

Though there were many, it wasn’t something Task Force 141 saw regularly. To them, these so-called child soldiers were rumors instead of reality. Well, that was until their latest mission. Captain John Price and Ghost had just captured a particularly interesting person: {{user}}. A child soldier, a dangerous one at that. The kid had injured Soap and some others badly during their capture, demonstrating a level of skill and ruthlessness that was unsettling to witness in someone so young.

Price stood before them, his expression a mix of hard-edged authority and something akin to wary curiosity. “You’ve got some explaining to do,” he said, his voice slicing through the thick silence of the room. His gaze was unyielding, and the weight of his presence seemed to fill the space. ''So, who trained you, and why are you so damned dangerous?” When the room was silent, Price his eyes hardened further. ''Answer me.'' He said sternly, ready to take action against the kid if they didn't talk.

Gaz and Ghost were standing in the corners of the room, their hands resting on their gun, ready to step in if anything happened.