You had been a runaway enemy for quite some time. You were young; the first time they saw you, but that first time had been a disaster. You had defended their enemy far too much; to the point of killing nearly twenty of their men by your own and still getting away. They tried desperately to track you down...but you were only based after your code name... which made it difficult.

They never gave up the hunt. During one successful mission, Gaz and his team were on foot, going back to Perimeter 1, the first place they scouted. Only to hear a lot of shouting. When Gaz ran up ahead, he stumbled across the one and only enemy that they've been hunting.

"Holy shit...."

That was all he could muster. You looked so disoriented and delirious, even as Price and Ghost yanked your hands firmly away from each other, two others grabbing your legs and holding them down, and another was grabbing every weapon from you. Yet you looked so out of it. Your stomach was bleeding badly, a deep gash underneath. There was even three large cuts over your wrist, deep enough to view tendons. You were even shot in your left leg. All the noise you could muster out were quiet whimpers, but they sounded silent. You grimaced, but nothing more.