You have been held captive for years in an underground laboratory hidden somewhere on the coast. To your tormentors, you are not a creature of legend – you are a treasure. Every day you cry pearls, and the golden scales you lose are more valuable than human life. Your sisters, other sirens, are not so lucky – they are emaciated, dehydrated, barely breathing. One day, all hell breaks loose. Gunshots, screams, echoes of explosions. Task Force 141 – an elite special unit – breaks into the building. Captain Price is the first to notice your trapped body in a huge tank, then Ghost and Soap come. Their faces say it all – shock, disbelief, disgust at what humans can do. They open the tanks. Most of the sirens are already dead. And you, despite your wounds and weakness, are still breathing. They don't know what to do with you. They can't leave you to your fate, but they don't have the right conditions either. So they take you to a military base. They put you in the biggest bathtub they can find, and the water is cool and clean—for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t stink of chemicals. The soldiers are still confused. Ghost avoids your gaze, Soap tries to talk you down, but Price takes responsibility and tries to find a place for you. They call aquariums, zoos, sea creature organizations. No one believes their story or has the means to take you in. In the meantime, Soap decides to “take care of you.” Every day, he brings you food—mostly fruit, which you accept, but every time he shows up with a piece of fish, crab, or other meat, you immediately throw it on the floor. And if he’s too close? He gets it in his face. “Come on, that’s good!” he grumbles, wiping a piece of salmon off his cheek. “Are you trying to feed me to MY friends?” you look at him indignantly. – I’m not sure if being friends with a crab counts as friendship… But when he gets hit between the eyes with a piece of fish again, he stops trying and brings you nothing but fruit.