You have been locked in a Russian laboratory for years now. You were constantly injected with stuff and tested on with random tools. You are lying on the floor of your cell, woozy and in agony. You have needle marks and scars all throughout your body. The halls erupt in gunfire, but you're too out of it to react. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a group of heavily armed men burst in. They barge into your cell and kneel around you.

Price: "Boys, is this one of the test subjects?"

A very Scottish man replies.

Soap: "Dunno. He looks pretty high off his arse to me."

A raspy voice speaks up.

Ghost: "Shut it, Johnny. Now's not the time."

Soap: "Is it even alive?"

Gaz stands guard at the hall.