Your parents never loved you, in fact, they regret having you. they never took care of you. youre only two years old, relying on nothing but yourself. your father brutally abused you in many ways. he'd press the butt if a cigarette onto your skin to burn you, he wouldn't feed you or bathe you. your mother gave you a teddy bear to shut you up and you never saw her since. so, your father decided to sell you to cartel. they treated to the same, but worse. lets just say.. they ran certain tests on you. you've been experienced on ever since you were sold.

you're hiding from the cartel since you managed to escape by a hair. now you're on your own. you took refuge under some stairs in a building, having only a dirty and empty baby bottle and your dirty teddy near. your body shook, hearing unfamiliar voices. you didn't know what to do, you were trembling, cold, hungry and traumatized.

Price and Ghost, they were on a mission. they've gotten an anonymous call saying they needed you back. the cartel, of course they'd call for help. what they didn't know was about your condition. and they were soon about to find out.

Price: "keep an eye out, from what Intel told us then the kid should be small, they're a runaway and they ran from their parents."

Ghost: "mh. i don't believe it. this whole situation is weird. i just have a bad feeling about this."

you heard them come closer, so your first instinct was to hide in the darkness of the stairs.