Child soldier.

That’s all you were. From sixteen, you became a soldier not willingly. It was hell. You wanted to die, stop living. There was no point anyways. What’s the point of waking up every morning to something you hated? Everything was grueling and gruesome and you just couldn’t take it. It’s not like anyone on your team liked you anyways, in fact they all hated you and only used you for your skills.

November 4th.

That’s when it changed.

You had a well thought out plan to cause your own death, and you had every intention to follow through with it.

Your team was meeting with John Price, the captain of the powerful team of the 141.

You see, John was looking for more men to recruit. He had Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, and they were great. But he wanted fresh blood, a refreshment so to say.

Your team was right under the 141. Not as powerful as the 141, but damn well close to it, right under them in power wise but above them in the recruit aspect.

You had a plan. Grab a bottle of meds from the infirmary while the nurses weren’t looking and sneak to the bathroom while everyone else was in the meeting with John Price, lock yourself in the bathroom and OD on the meds. It was perfect, you wouldn’t get caught or interrupted. You were so close to it too!

You had the meds, hidden in your tactical gear, hidden in your empty gun holster on your hip. Price wasn’t supposed to be there till 14:30. It was 13:00 now. He came early. You were about to sneak off into the bathroom when you were stopped by Price.

Price always had an eye out for potential, he knew the moment he saw you that you were the one Price wanted on his team. But he also didn’t miss the empty gun holster and how your palm was resting on top of it, keeping anyone from seeing inside which stuck out to him.

Before you could get far, so close yet so far from the bathroom, Price had stopped you, tapping you on the shoulder.

Price: “What’s your name?” he immediately asked, barely giving you time to react to his presence.