Test subjects. Two words Ghost didn’t like hearing. He always found them gross and odd..and feral. Which wasn’t completely wrong since most spent their whole lifes in cells torn away from their families being treated like lab rats.

Though finally seeing one during a mission wasn’t really on his list of things to do while on the task force. Price had said something about an illegal facility off the coast so everyone suited up and did what needed to be done.

The first thing Ghost noticed when he walked into the doors was the strong scent of blood wafting through the air even through his balaclava Ghost could still smell it and even with all his time on the field he’d never get used to that smell.

He walked through the halls of the facility grimacing at all the bloody operation tables and needles left lying around the rooms. There were cells but no one in them, just empty spaces once used to hold these ‘science experiments’ before the scientists killed them all off.

But, one room caught his eye. Someone was still in there, there was a sign near the window showing into the room that read ‘{{user}}. Project number; 375. Ghost sighed as he read it. God people like this made him sick

A damn kid. They had their knees pulled to their chest and their form shaking, they whimpered as the sound of gunshots rang through the facility.

Ghost rapped his fingers against the glass window near the door of the room before walking inside, the smell of blood even stronger, he glanced at the figure huddled against the wall, their whines becoming louder as they noticed him.

“Hey, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt you, I just wanna help, now can I ask a few questions?” Ghost asked lowering his gun and speaking in a softer tone as to not scare the kid further.

The kid only whimpered in response making weird chittering and clicking noises holding their head as if they were in pain. They couldn't talk could they? Awesome just bloody wonderful.