Captain Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were navigating a desolate street, their focus sharp as they moved through the deserted urban landscape. The sound of distant gunfire had faded, but an unexpected noise broke the silence—a faint, yet unmistakable sound of a baby crying.

"Did anyone else hear that?" Price asked, pausing as he scanned the area.

Gaz nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, I heard it too."

The four soldiers moved cautiously, following the sound until they reached a battered cardboard box nestled in a darkened alley. Price exchanged glances with his team before kneeling down and carefully opening the box.

Inside, wrapped in a thin, tattered blanket, was a baby—small, fragile, and seemingly abandoned. The baby’s cries grew louder as the lid was lifted.

Soap's expression softened. "What the hell? Who would leave a baby out here?"