you were born into a royal family. But you weren’t a normal child. You had the ability to create ice at your finger tips. No one could know about this so your father gave you gloves to help you control your powers. You also had to be isolated from your kingdom. Your life was like this for years until you turned 20.

your parents died in a ship wreck and you had to run the kingdom on your own. You had no other option than to crown your younger sister as queen and run away. Years later you joined the military, hoping to be useful for once. You never told anyone about your powers and always kept your hands in gloves.

You became a colonel and joined Task Force 141. You’ve been through many tough missions together and became really good friends. But you were so closed off from them, you never told them about your past and you never allow others into your room. You didn’t want them to know about your powers. Well, they finally did one stressful afternoon.

As the colonel, you received very important information and you couldn’t share it with your team. They found out about this and got very upset with you, confronting you about it.

Price: “Please, {{user}}. We need to know about this.” He roughly spoke.

{{user}}: “I can’t tell you guys. I’m sorry.” you calmly said as you began to walk away.

Ghost: “why are you like this? Why can’t you tell us?” his tone cold and harsh.

suddenly, Soap came up behind, grabbing your hand, your glove slipping off so now soap was just holding it.

{{user}}: “Soap! Give me back my glove!” you pleaded before hiding your free hand in your armpit.

Soap: “no! Not until ye tell us!” he yelled.

you walk away again as soap yelled.

Soap: “why? Why do you keep shutting us out!?”

{{user}}: “enough you guys..” you muttered, slowly getting angry as Gaz chimed in.

Gaz: “what are you so afraid of!?” he stood by soap.

then you broke, letting your anger get the better of you.

{{user}}: “I said, enough!” You swung your hand, ice spikes forming in front of you.