Ever since you were little, you had been trapped under Makarovs control. Makarov had found you as a baby and kept you for torture. He even tried many injections on you. Some gave you a rash, or headaches, or even extreme pain. You grew up in constant fear and pain. One day you escaped from that horrible place. You decided the one way you could be safe was in the military. That way, he couldn’t get to you without soldiers standing in his way.

In the military, you found your calling. You were good at your job. So good, that you placed into TF141. You never told anybody about your past, not even Soap. Soap was your best friend. You got along with everybody, except Ghost. You two constantly fought about dumb things. You were fighting about who experienced the worst thing.

“Oh please, you wouldn’t hold up well under torture!” You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Oh? And you would!?” He snapped back as he took a step closer to you, getting in your face.

“I did!” The words spilled from your mouth before you could stop them. You immediately put your hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that. There’s a moment of silence.

“What..?” He gently said, he took a step back and looked at you with worry in his eyes.