You were a child. Yet, you grew up in what people would call an ‘abusive’ cult. And today, you were being raided by what people would call the Task Force 141.

As Soap towers over you, he notices your body. Bruised and swollen. So he sighs and crouches down, taking you to the teams

“Found them, must be abused.” He says, his Scottish accent thick, yet Price raises his eyebrows, looking at you.

“What’s your name, kiddo?” He questions, his tone soft as the others stare at you, waiting.