You were a test subject, and every day in the lab felt like torture. You despised the scientists who poked and prodded at you—except for one: Ghost. He was different, though he was distant, he was surprisingly more gentle than the others. You clung to those moments of gentleness, but with the others—Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—you harbored a deep resentment.

Today, it was Gaz and Price running the experiments. As they worked, something inside you snapped. Price tried to hold you down, but you broke free with a surge of adrenaline. With a swift motion, you scratched Gaz, sending him stumbling back. Price attempted to restrain you again, but you shoved him away with surprising strength.

Desperation flashed in Price’s eyes as he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing. Before you could react, a sudden shock rippled through your body, originating from the collar around your neck. Your defiance faltered, ears pinning back as you crumpled to the floor.

Then, amidst the haze of pain, you heard a voice—a voice that brought you comfort even in this nightmare. Ghost’s voice.

“Who’s a good girl/boy?” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling as his hand holding the remote that controlled the shock collar.

You sat down on your knees, a small smile forming on your face despite everything. For him, you were more compliant, more willing to endure the pain.