I originally published this story August 8th, 2010, when I was fourteen years old, and made edits until April 6th, 2012, when I was sixteen.

It is now October 13th, 2016. I'm turning 21 in December.

I'm in college now. I'm not young and naïve anymore. I've matured. I'm majoring in filmmaking. I'm making something of myself.

I have plans to complete this story.

Who knows who will read this? Who knows if anyone will still see that notification in their inbox, alerting them to a "newly posted chapter?" But, in all honesty, that matters little to me now. What matters is finishing this story. Reworking it, updating it, cleaning it, and posting it for my own self-satisfaction. I know the Call of Duty universe has flown straight past the Modern Warfare arc and into a new dimension, but this story, I feel, still needs to be told.

If, for some reason, you're reading this, then hi. Thanks for sticking around. You're going to see a really shitty story written by a stuffy teenager slowly updated by her future self, nearly five years later. You're going to be able to compare the two, and see how much the stuffy teenager has grown over time.

I'm reworking the entire storyline. Changing dates and ages. Hopefully completing this for my benefit, but possibly your enjoyment.

All edits and new chapters will be posted to REVAMPED story, not this one. You may find that story (what little I had completed) on my page.

I recommend putting that story on your STORY ALERT notifications list, as no more notifications will come from this one.

Cheers.