From a young age, you endured unimaginable abuse—whipped, punched, thrown, kicked—your childhood was a constant nightmare. The trauma shaped you, leaving you with a hardened expression, one that seemed devoid of any feeling, as if you were stone-cold, heartless. When you joined the military, your teammates—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—kept their distance. They avoided you, wary of the person who never showed emotion, no matter the circumstance. The pain of their rejection cut deep, but you kept it hidden behind that same stoic facade.

Then, during a mission, a small mistake nearly cost everyone their lives. Price called you to his office afterward. When you arrived, you found Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach all waiting. Your expression remained as cold as ever until you noticed the whip on Price’s desk. Your eyes widened, and for the first time, your facade cracked. Before you knew it, you were sobbing, your voice breaking as you pleaded, “Please, no! I’m sorry!” over and over. The others stood there, stunned—they had never seen you like this before...