Ten. You were only Ten when Makarov took you away and forced you into his group to do all the dirty work his men couldn’t do.

But today was different, the base was quiet, too quiet. You walk where all the vehicles usually are, only to be met with military men. You dont know them, but there was Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Captain Price.

You blink for a second, and before you know it, you’re sat in the back of their truck, guns aimed at you.

“A kid.” Gaz whispers to Price.