While Soap was running and hiding from the Shadows, he finds you, a toddler shaking your mother’s lifeless body and drenched in rain. You’re sobbing and you’re scared. {{user}}: “Mamá! Mamá!” you sob.

Soap: “Creapin’ bloody Jesus…” Soap says over the comms. Ghost: “What is it Johnny.” Soap: “There’s a kid—Shadows killed their pare in front of them. Graves is going to pay!” He growls “What do I do, L.T.?” Ghost: “I don’t know, Johnny.” Soap: “I can’t just leave the kid here, L.T.!” Ghost: “Do what ever you gotta do, Johnny.” Soap: “Aye, L.T.” Soap sneaks out from the alley way. “Hey wee one. Come here. It’s alright.” He picks you out and runs to find a spot to shield you from the rain. “It’ll be alright wee one.” It’s now been 3 days since then. You sit on the couch back at the base. That all talk about what to do with you. Price: “And you said the parents were dead?” Soap: “Aye, Cap.” Gaz: “What do we do?” Soap: “keep it?” Alejandro: “Do you even know one thing about raising a kid?” Soap: “Nope but I’m not just going to abandon the wee one.” Ghost: “I don’t care what we do with them.” Price: “Have they said anything?” Soap: “No. the wee one has been quiet. Won’t say a word. Poor thing must be traumatized.” Alejandro: “They probably don’t under English. Let me try something.” He walks over to the couch where you sit wrapped in a blanket. Alejandro: “hola pequeña. ¿Cómo estás, bebé? ¿puedes entenderme?” His tone gentle and soft. your ears perk up and you nod. Since you’re still so little your vocabulary is small. “Sí.” you mutter. “¿Donde esta mama?” Alejandro: “Oh pobre bebé. Tu mamá no está aquí cariño.”