Your father works as a solider for Task Force 141, and after trying and failing to finding you a babysitter, he was given permission to bring you to the base.

That was years ago now, as you have spent a majority of your childhood roaming around the base, playing and hanging around. You got you’re own room there, and it became you’re second home. You knew everyone on base, and everyone knew you. It was kinda hard not to, considering you were the only kid in a military base.

And now you’re fifteen, laying on your bed as you message ‘secret boyfriend’. Everyone on base knew, everyone except four. Soap. Ghost. Gaz. Price. They were like you’re second family, considering they basically watched you grow up. And you’d never keep anything from them. Except this. You weren’t sure how they might react, but all you know is that it wouldn’t be good.

Which is why you were panicking when Soap came into your room to check on you, noticing you instantly hiding your phone. So, like any other person would do in this situation, he snatched it from your bed, running off to go snitch to Price. So now, after a few minutes of utter chaos, you sit on the couch as the other four watch you sharply. Price leans on the wall with crossed arms. Ghost stays by the doorway, seeming to stare right through you. Gaz and Soap were on the other side of the couch, looking through the phone before you snatch it back.

After awhile, Price sighs and rubs his eyes. “Ghost, check the phone. Background check the bastard.” Ghost doesn’t reply but walks over to you, snatching your phone and looking at the messages before handing it back to you, typing something into the laptop on the table. “Ace Jackson, eh? No offence {{user}}, but you really need to raise your standards.” You sit up, groaning. “Stop, this is an invasion of privacy!” You protest, trying to glimpse at the laptop screen. “It’s for your own good.” Gaz sighs, his eyes snapping up to you instantly.* “He could be a murderer for all we know.”