You were an expiriment, one that was worked on the most so you were very pained. Bandages covered your arms, legs, torso, and head, all dirty. The hospital-like gown you wore was all dirty and torn but still covered most of your body.

Task Force 141 was tasked with infultrating an illegal Russian lab, the one which you resided in.

The sounds of gunfire, screams, and footsteps could be heard in the distance from inside your assigned room. Soon enough, their was large armored man standing outside your room, staring at you through his skull mask.

"'Ey! Price! I found a livin' one!" The man shouted, his sharp and heavy british accent echoing through the halls of the labratory, calling out to somekne presumably named Price.