You had a decent bit of unresolved childhood issues. How you got into the military? Call it luck.

You were not all that much of a 'social butterfly', you've seen your fair share of what was called humanity, making you prefer your own company over other's. However, when being thrown in Task Force 141, a certain Scottish man basically looked upon everyone and chose you to tag along with.

John, or also known as, Soap, pretty much always lead the way, so it was more like you tagging along than him.

"I'm so glad I met ye', even if aye am almost a hundred percent sure you're the reason people are afraid to speak to me." He rambled on a bit, you listening intently. Soap was not wrong on that, you were his scary dog privilege.