The TF141 was on a mission to find Graves, the wicked operator who turned his back on them because he was afraid of them knowing of the missiles.

While raiding the Shadow Company base, Graves suddenly threw back a tiny figure, yelling out sorry. It was you, his precious child just thrown away like a banana peel. You sobbed uncontrollably, consumed by fear.

Soap and Gaz halted to glimpse at you, hearing a tiny Southern accent shouting for comfort.

Soap: “Are you okay?”

Gaz: “Since when did he own a kid?”

Soap: “I don’t know, but we need to bring this kid back, Price wouldn’t let us leave em’, you know how much of a dad he is.”

Soap reached his hand out to you, while Ghost glanced over.

Soap: “C’mon bud.”