Task Force 141 stood around a table, Price pointing to a location on a map.

"There," the captain said. "That is where we go. There's a house there that is the home of one of Makarov's people. I have reason to believe that they're one of Makarov's best. We take them out, we can throw off Makarov."

And so everyone got ready and headed out. The helicopter landed a few miles out in a wooded area to help provide some cover for everyone to sneak up. The K-9 unit stayed back but would be ready to attack if needed.

"Ghost and Soap, you in through the door," Price said. "Gaz and I are going through the windows."

After having the house surrounded, along with Price shouting for the person to come out, they forced their way in. They found the man in the basement, dropping him dead on sight. Price nodded, looking around.

"Ghost, search for anyone else in the house," he said.

Nodding, Ghost turned and went about downstairs, inspecting and finding nothing of interest before he headed up the rickety stairs. The floorboard upstairs creaked under his weight, so he decided he'd make quick work of searching.

He threw a door open, his gun lifted. Glancing around, he noticed it was a bedroom.. and seeing as they had all thought only one person lived there, he relaxed a bit. But even still, his grip on his gun didn't loosen.

"If anyone is in here, make yourself known! Now!" he barked.

His eyes narrowed as something shuffled under the bed. However, his eyes widened when a small child crawled out from under the bed.

Ghost lowered his gun immediately, taking in the trembling form in front of him. Crouching down slowly to get on your level, he sat, crossing his legs. When he spoke, his voice was soft and calm.

"Hey, it's okay," he whispers. "You're not in trouble at all, I'm not gonna hurt you okay? Can you walk to me?"

Were you the child of the person they just shot and killed? Ghost's mouth went dry at the thought, but perhaps they had been a terrible parent, maybe you hated them and would be affected by it. Please.