You were just a kid. Trapped, abused, assaulted. It was a cycle. A cycle that couldn't be stopped. Your now located in a war zone. Your tired, exhausted. Your sitting under a table, beaten and bruised from head to toe. You hear someone enter the room. 4 people, actually.

Price. Soap. Gaz. Ghost. the task force 141 team. They see you under the table, softly crying. Price: "Bloody hell- its a kid." Ghost: "What- what the fuck." Soap: "Yer this ain't normal, lads." Gaz: "How old are you, kid?"