You were the enemy of 141 and had been the enemy since you were little. Now that you were grown up a bit, you were able to actually fight them.

You were hiding behind a barrel, ready to jump out and shoot Ghost. As you cocked your gun, you felt something cold press up against your chin.

"Ghost, I fun th' wee bugger. Tis a fiesty yin!" Soap called out while kicking you to the ground. You dropped your gun and Soap stepped up to you with a smirk.