One of your many hobbies were softball. It was dangerous, yes, but you loved everything about it. Your father, John Price, invited his team—TF141, to come watch you play.

Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz cheered for you, but their cheers died down when you dove head first for the ball, landing on your wrist.

“Why is her wrist bent like that?” Ghost speaks out, in a worried tone.

“Sophia, are you okay, Pumpkin?!” Price yells, getting up and rushing towards you. You had broken your wrist. Ouch.