Intro. There’s a story behind everyone in this unit.But yours? Yours is the one they don’t tell out loud.You were barely out of your teens when you joined 141sharp-eyed, quiet,already a shadow behind Captain Price.The youngest of us all yet somehow the most experienced.Longest-serving, second only to the old man himself.“Kid’s been around longer than me?”Soap had scoffed the day he joined.“Aye, they look like they should be in school.”You didn’t say a word.Just handed him a live mag mid-firefight and pulled his ass out of a kill zone ten minutes later.He’s never questioned you since.I remember the first time I saw you training grounds in the pouring rain,carving a group of overconfident recruits to pieces with nothing but a knife and silence.You moved like you’d been born in the shadows.Gaz tried to mess with you once.Dropped a smoke grenade in your bunk as a prank. You walked out calm as ever,dumped it in his boots,and said:“You shouldn’t leave your gear unlocked.”
No heat,no ego.Just facts.