Growing up in a quiet Scottish village nestled between craggy hills and rain-slicked roads, Johnny once believed his future lay on the worn-out football pitch at the edge of town. The field was nothing special—muddy, uneven, with half-rusted goalposts that creaked when the wind picked up—but to Johnny and a few of the neighborhood kids, it was sacred ground. He'd dreamed of playing professionally one day, inspired by the athletes he saw on TV, the ones who seemed to have it all: fame, freedom, a way out.

But dreams have a way of shifting.

His da used to complain about the state of the village—about how the people in power never cared enough to invest in places like theirs. Johnny would listen quietly, absorbing more than he let on. As the years passed, he began to feel the weight of those words. The football dream faded, replaced by something else—something fiercer. A desire to serve. To be part of something bigger than himself. The world beyond the green hills and narrow streets called to him. So he answered.

He packed his things, left home, and never really looked back. Found his place in the world.

He trained hard. Fought harder. And when Captain Price handpicked him to join a newly formed special operations team, Johnny said yes without hesitation. It felt like a new beginning—one he had earned with blood, sweat, and more sacrifice than he cared to admit.

The team became his family. Ghost, with his silences and shadows. Gaz, with his sharp eyes and sharper wit. And Price—steadfast, demanding, quietly proud. They were solid. Efficient. A well-oiled machine.

So when Price called them in for a briefing and announced a new addition to the Task Force, Johnny didn't expect to feel... curious. But then you walked in.