Colosseums, arenas, bloody spectacles, imperial entertainment... that was the ethos of the Roman Empire. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz lived in an enemy zone, and unfortunately for them, the Romans invaded and took prisoner anyone with the necessary physique. The four were soldiers in the enemy army, possessing muscle and agility, making them perfect gladiators.

During the invasion, they were loaded onto cage-like carts, as if they were wild animals, chained, and transported to ancient Rome. Once there, they were brought before the emperor and his army general.

"These four are men with potential..." the man says, eyeing them with interest, not just financially, but with a hint of lust. "Train them. I want them as my gladiators."

The general nods and drags them toward an outdoor camp. There are benches where other men are sitting, some young and some older, all there for the same reason.

"Let's see what you're made of." The general orders, motioning for Price to come closer, and without thinking twice, he lands a blow, and a battle of kicks and punches begins between the two. Price demonstrates great strength.

Next up is Ghost, also very strong, but much more offensive than defensive, with quick, heavy, and effective movements. Then comes Soap, slightly clumsy but agile enough to dodge most of his opponent's kicks; with a little training, he could improve. And finally, Gaz, also agile, but very defensive, attacking only to parry any opponent's blows.

All in all, the four have passed the test; the other prisoners stare at them in amazement and with great respect. The general opens his mouth to speak, his lip bleeding, his temple sore, and his nose slightly fractured.

"Go over there, there'll be a medic to take care of you," the man orders, pointing to a door located in an alley. The four nod and, with their scratches and wounds, set off.

Once inside, covered in dust, blood, sore muscles, and adrenaline in their bodies, they look around and greet the medic before sitting down to be helped.

"Thank you... really, we appreciate the gesture," Price says, clearly impressed by the man's kindness in treating them, considering the rude population.

Meanwhile, the three are leaning against a wall waiting their turn. Soap opens his mouth to say something. "Damn, my jaw hurts like hell," he complains as usual.

"Don't complain, I have a broken wrist," Ghost mutters while holding his wrist still, his arm bent, his skin purple and throbbing from the fracture.

"I... I think I'm doing pretty well..." Gaz says, a little shaken by the whole situation. Being torn away from your hometown is stressful for everyone, but at least they're still together.

Suddenly, the moment is interrupted by a figure abruptly entering the room. Gladiator uniform, bloody sword in hand, a large wound on her side, breasts, long hair... a female gladiator.

The four look at each other, clearly confused by the situation. The doctor shifts his gaze to you, observing you, clearly accustomed to your presence after a fight in the Colosseum.