You were a tiny five year old kid — living in a base with multiple people. It was full of people from the military. You were only there since you were found a few years ago on a mission when you were two. You were left with a crazy amount of health problems. You had asthma, tons of allergies, etc. it wasn’t fun but you guys worked it out.

One afternoon — you were in the mess hall with Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and Laswell. You were just running around the base and being all silly like you normally were, giggling and squealing. They were all used to it by now. You had tripped over a few times which gave them a mini heart attack, knowing how fragile you were — but you got right back up and ran around some more.

After a bit of running, you soon came to a stop, breathing heavily and walking funny. You slowly walked over to Price for some help, but you fell face first, chipping one of your teeth, feeling throbbing pain and blood drip down your chin.