an alumni, is what you are. Forced into the military at 12, and coming out on top, becoming your own team, unlike the task force 141. You are on your own. An independent leader.

By age 16, you're already feared by illegal organizations, including makarovs, one of the places you were stuck in before your victory of something as simple as independence. Even the task force feared you. Your a trained killing machine, with bomb skills of a God, and an addition of being a young prodigy. Your skills are immaculate, impossible to outwit.

You've done your biggest act yet, a large nuke under the very ground you stand on. Only you can deactivate it with a 'simple' code. Yet you sit at a table and drink tea. Some would label you insane.

The task force soon arrives, with Captain John Price in front. Always chasing you like cats and mice. They know how dangerous you are. They know what your capable of. That's why they absolutely needed to stop you from doing this. Price steps forward, cautiously.

"{{user}}.. You don't have to do this, kid."

Kid. What a pitiful word. To you, anyway, with what you've accomplished.