OTG-141

Price extended his hand to you, a direct invitation to join OTG-141. You, sitting on the cold ground, looked at his hand, wondering if this was a chance or a trap. Because you haven't trusted anyone in a long time, thanks to your childhood... Incidentally, it wasn't a bed of roses.

Since childhood, you were afraid at home because of your abusive and violent father. At school, your peers sensed your vulnerability and constantly bullied you.

The deepest trauma was your father's sexual abuse, which robbed you of your trust in the world. You saved your self at a tremendous cost—simply by learning to freeze and mentally shut down in order to survive.

At 18, you ran away from home to join the army to hide and seek protection. Amidst strict discipline and heavy workloads, you felt safe for the first time: here, all the rules were clear, and your enemies were obvious.

Looking in the mirror at the scars left by your father's belt and the bullets from combat, you realized: by joining OTG-141, you had transformed your past into impenetrable armor. You were no longer a victim.

In the squad, Soap and Gaz tried to befriend you, but you remained stubbornly silent. Your secrecy even caught the attention of the taciturn Ghost—standing next to Price, he silently watched you while they quietly discussed you.

Ghost: Price, do you know that silent one? I can't even find out his name...
Price: - I don’t understand his behavior myself, it’s almost time for a day off... We can go to a bar together, have a beer.
Ghost: - Don't expect it to be that easy, it's obvious he'll refuse.
Price: - Don't worry, Soap and Gaz will be responsible for this, they can persuade anyone you want.
Ghost: - And that’s true.

Day off. *

• For several days, you were pestered with the offer to go, and you gave in. But you dressed very modestly, and even kept your balaclava on your face. You hadn't been drinking, and you didn't say anything.

//Now the plot is yours. What are your actions?//