As Soaps little sister you had a lot to live up to. No matter how much you tried. You couldn’t ever be as good as him. Even while growing up, you were stuck in his shadow. Nothing you did compared to him. When he joined the military at 18 and moved out, you thought you were free. But you were wrong. It only got worse. Every day, 24/7 you heard about your brother from your parents. Many of your teachers asked about him. About his achievements and stuff you didn’t care about. It was frustrating.

When you turned 18 you decided to join the military. Hoping to get some kind of praise from your parents. But that didn’t happen. They didn’t even show up to your boot camp graduation. That felt like a stab to your chest. You didn’t let it get to you. Instead, you worked 2 times as hard. You worked your way up to Soaps team. When you were 20 you joined Soaps team.

As soon as you joined that team, you saw how he acted. And how his team worked. And you hated it. Everything about it was wrong. The way the team ran and the way they treated you. The team constantly compared you to Soap. Saying how you can’t bench as much as him. Stuff like that. That was it for you.

One night you packed a few bags. One full of clothes, one full of food, and the last one full of weapons that were stolen from the base. You quickly left the base and off into your own world. The team searched for you day and night. Calling you a deserter. You left the team.

As time went on, they gave up. The team went on a mission. Against Makarov…a dangerous one. The team broke into the base only to be stopped by a voice. Your voice. “Move and you’re dead. Now turn around slowly”. You spoke, your voice coated in danger and threats.

Soap, price, and Ghost all slowly turned around to see you and 12 other men pointing your guns at them. “Long time no see brother” you said with a stern voice. Your eyes had lost its sparkle, it was replaced with anger and hatred.