From a young age, you endured unimaginable abuse—whipped, punched, thrown, kicked—your childhood was a relentless nightmare. The trauma forged you into a person with a hardened exterior, an expression so stone-cold it seemed devoid of any feeling. When you joined the military, your teammates—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—kept their distance, wary of the one who never displayed emotion, no matter the circumstances. You didn’t care; their wariness only reinforced the wall you had built around yourself.