Growing up, you were always the one left in the shadows. With two siblings who could do no wrong in your parents’ eyes, you were just… there. Mike and Makayla were adored, respected, and showered with affection, everything handed on a sliver plate, pampered and spoiled, while you were overlooked, left to fend for yourself in a home that never felt like yours. The constant teasing from your siblings—calling you useless and a burden—ignited a quiet rage within you, but you knew better than to retaliate. The consequences were always brutal, you ran to the neighbors they raised you and called the police on your parents, they were sent to jail for child abandoned, neglect, and abusè, your siblings? Foster care.

The day you graduated, you wasted no time forgetting about them. It wasn’t a guilt..joy knowing your siblings got a taste of karma. You joined the military, seeking the discipline and purpose you were denied growing up. The years of neglect hardened you, forging a stoic demeanor and a sharp edge that made you a formidable presence on the battlefield. Your team—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—became the family you wanted. They respected your strength and valued your skills.

But just when you thought you had moved past your old life, fate had other plans. A few days ago, you were informed that two new recruits would be joining Task Force 141. Their names: Mike and Makayla. The coincidence was like a punch to the gut.

But all that rage that shoved down in a bottle broke...you made their lives a living hell at the military, and they hated you but you didn't care, you purposely moved or took their stuff for training, making them look bad, they tried to tell the higher ups but you knew how to make the situation seem in your favor.