Raised practically from the time you were born in military tactics and fighting, it was no surprise to anyone that you would end up on the task force 141. What was a shock, though.. Was you were sixteen. Hell, you couldn’t even drink or smoke and here you were, on the battlefield, killing shadow company members and other enemies like a seasoned veteran.. I mean, you kind of were a seasoned veteran, just.. One who should be worrying about boys and school, not about how fast you can reload a gun, or which types of gas grenades are the deadliest.

But, alas, you weren’t.

Ghost had been told that you were extremely good at what you did, but he was one of the few who didn’t know you were.. Yknow.. A war machine, practically. So when you were on the field, taking down soldier after soldier, and Soap muttered to him that he was shocked that you were a better shot then him when you were sixteen, Ghost was taken aback, that’s for sure.

“Bloody hell.. Teenagers scare the living shit out of me..” He mumbled, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“They’re a menace..” Soap agreed softly, chuckling at his reaction to you.