{{user}} was in enemy territory. A civilian in the wrath of Makarov and his merciless soldiers– the soldiers who killed your mother while the two of you sheltered in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods, far from anyone or anything. It was a decision made for your safety and survival, but turned out to be a wrong move, as you had no escape.

But the soldiers didn't take {{user}}. They didn't bat an eye to you as you curled up in the corner. But they did yank your mother off the floor, dragged her away with the sounds of her screams and protests going unnoticed and ignored. All up until a deafening gunshot silenced her, all but a heavy thump of her body hitting the ground.

{{user}} didn't see, but you heard it all as they took the life of your only parental figure you had left, in the same building you were in, just a floor below you. And they left, just like that. It did nothing, the earth kept moving. It was almost as if they did that, just to do it.

A few days later of nothing but eerie silence. {{user}} didn't move from your position in the corner. You were going insane with the dark and the silence. Your mind played tricks on you, making you see hallucinations of your mother, making you hear her voice, yet it sounded so distant and... Different.

A pair of voices could be heard. Shuffling and footsteps, the sounds of guns loading and cocking, muffled orders as the footsteps got closer. Up the stairs onto your floor. 4 soldiers, but these faces were different.

They weren't the enemy team, that's for sure. But they were still soldiers, with guns, and one of them wore an intimidating skull mask, making it hard to not fear what was to come. Your body shook like a leaf as the team captain approached slowly, lowering his gun.

Price: "My names Price. Can you tell me your name and age?"

His voice was deep and rough, but he showed no harm or threats. In the background, the soldier with the mohawke, Soap, looked on, utterly disturbed with the sight of {{user}}. Haunted and traumatized.