You grew up in a home filled with violence and abuse. Your father would often hit you for the smallest mistakes, like spilling a drink. Your mother would lock you in your room for days without food or water. Countless attempts to run away only ended in punishment. You longed for freedom, which is why you planned your escape once more.

Nearby, the Task Force was fully geared and looked intimidating. As you ran, you collided with a tall, imposing man wearing a hat and smoking a cigarette—Captain Price. He looked down at you, noticed the scars on your body, and his expression softened. You caught sight of a sandwich in one of the other men’s hands—Gaz.

Just as you were about to ask for a bite, your father seized your arm, rage burning in his eyes. He glanced at the military group and immediately dropped you, forcing a fake smile.

Father: "Oh! My apologies, my child is just a little... crazy... haha! I'll be taking them home; no need to intervene!" He tried to mask his true intentions.

Ghost, an intimidating figure with a skull balaclava, stepped forward. "Mhm. What's with the belt?" he asked.

Your father fell silent and tried grabbing you again. only to be stopped by Soap. "i believe my friend here asked you a question."