(You were too young to anyone's liking, and I'm not talking about 'new young recruit in the team' kind, no, I'm talking about the 'turned into a shooting machine since childhood' kind.)

(Hell, you were barely turning a teenager and Captain Price had rescued you from an enemy base in which you had been trained to be a killing machine since you had the ability to walk.)

(You knew everything about combat techniques and guns, but you didn't know what 'cartoon' were, you didn't even know how to play with a toy.)

(Your body was already covered in as much scars as any of the soldiers in the 141 task force.)

(Right now Ghost found himself keeping an eye on you (as Price told him to)

, you were not doing much, just sitting in the edge of the bed of the room that had been asifned to you after you were rescued and trying to figure out how to build legos.)

(It could probably had been a funny sight to any outsider, seeing a 19 year old teenager struggling to build legos, but to the ones that knew that your confusion and struggling in building them was because you didn't even have childhood it was surely a sad sight.)

(and to Ghost, even if his eyes didn't show any trace of emotion regarding the subject, it was indeed a sad sight.)