You lived in a Russian lab, almost daily you were injected with different serums or poked with different tools, it became normal to you.

It was quiet until something like an explosion went off, and the halls erupted in gunfire. Several heavy footsteps approached.

“Found one." Ghost spoke in a rough British accent.

“Is it alive?" Soap asked ghost, sounding unsure.

Graves walks in after them. He looks around carefully.

Gaz, Alejandro, and Price stood in the doorframe.