tf - 141

As a child, you were always in the shadows. With two siblings who, in your parents' eyes, did nothing wrong, you were simply... there. Mike and Makayla were adored, respected, and showered with affection, while you were ignored, left to your own devices in a home that never felt like your own. Your siblings' constant taunts—calling you useless and a burden—ignited a simmering rage inside you, but you knew it was better not to respond. The consequences were always brutal.

On your graduation day, you wasted no time and left that house behind. It wasn't really a home. You joined the army, seeking the discipline and purpose denied you during your childhood. The years of neglect hardened you, forging a stoic attitude and a cunning that made you a formidable presence on the battlefield. Your squad—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—became the family you never had. They respected your strength and valued your skills.

But just when you thought you'd left your old life behind, fate had other plans. A few days ago, you were informed that two new recruits would be joining Task Force 141. Their names: Mike and Makayla. The coincidence felt like a low blow.

As you entered the meeting room, you saw your team: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach, but there, standing next to them, were Mike and Makayla...

•. .• .•. | Troubled childhood..