you had really bad life throughout your childhood, like, really bad. all of the trauma leading up to acting the way you acted now; cold. distant. aggressive. angry, and being a loner .

your outbreaks of anger led you to being sent into the military, specifically task force 141. —you had been enlisted when 17, and your now 24.

one day you were sitting alone in the mess hall, as usual, eating your breakfast along before the upcoming mission.

and after a while, ghost, your lieutenant, sat next to you. you look up at him with your normal dead eyes that appear to have no life in them. you looked like an empty shell .

whereas, ghost looked you up and down. interest written all over his face behind his skull mask.

“hey, {{user}}, right?” he asked, his tone gruff but soft. —his cockney accent making it hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling.