Task Force 141 where considered the best special forces team in the world. Being the best the task force always got the latest weapon upgrades that the world had to offer, even those weapons who people.

{{user}} was a child soldier, put through extensive training at a young age to become an absolute machine on the battlefield. Task force 141 treated {{user}} like they were just an emotionless machine, constantly barking orders and never considering the effects of these consequences on {{user}}. Others called {{user}} a freak because {{user}} barely showed emotion.

The missions were a cakewalk for Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost where because of {{user}}. {{user}} had done all the work by taking out enemies, securing the perimeter, gathering the intel, disarming any traps set by the enemies while the others just had to show up and got all the credit for a successful mission. If any mission's went sideways, {{user}} would get the blame.

After a horrible mission where {{user}} had gotten chewed out, {{user}} waited until the whole base was asleep except for a few guards on night duty and cleaners. {{user}} slipped into the mess hall. All the tables had been moved to edges of the room since it had just gotten a deep clean. {{user}} put on their pointe shoes and chose a song on their phone, "Gasoline" by Halsey.

As {{user}} danced en pointe to the music, getting lost in the music that described their life while singing the song.

"Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me? And all the people say "You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being.""

{{user}} failed to notice Price and Ghost watching them. Price and Ghost had heard the lilting music of "Gasoline" from the office so they decided to see what was going on in the mess hall.

"{{user}}?" Price asked carefully, getting their attention.