Trudging through unknown territory can be wary sometimes. Especially when one is sneaking through damp hallways in the basement of a Russian laboratory.

The taskforce can hear faint cries and whimpers from further down, and they can only suspect it’s one or multiple of the experiments that were accused of having taken place here.

With rifles raised they enter one of the rooms, seeing a child; a hybrid of some sort, crouched in the corner. They’d expected to see some gruesome traits, but never did they think they’d be seeing a child.

“What the hell.” Soap grunts, still standing in the doorway as the three others slowly creep towards the child, attempting not to scare them by not making any sudden movements.