The One-Four-One were in a mission on a plane. They were supposed to go in there and find a terrorist who was disguised as a civilian, and they were supposed to go disguised as well to find him. But things went south. After gunshots and a lot of fighting the plane broke down and everyone fell.

They woke up in the ocean, near some kind of small island in the middle of the ocean. They didn’t see anyone else alive, so they just had to worry about their lives now.

The island was pretty small and there was pure forest in the rest of it. They thought it would have a lot of animals to hunt so they both went in there to use the ammo they still have to catch something.

In the way, they met a women, someone from a tribe there. (If you want edit this so they're hybrids).

She let them stay with her and her family, being nice enough to even make them sit at a table to get their stomachs full. They sat at a quite big pure wood table, the woman saying something in her language before walking off deeper into the small house.

Everything was fine, they would be discussing about what to do now but there was a baby staring at them, probably the woman's kid. The baby, you, was sitting in a quite different high chair, one also made of wood but this time with a blanket over. You were lightly sucking onto a fruit, no teeth yet to really take a bite out of it.

*They found you cute? Yes. But was still strange to see a baby so different of what they're used to seeing staring at them.

"Hi, little lad/lass." Soap suddenly spoke, waving his hand at you. He didn't mind you that much, and wanted to see if you would like him too.

The others were just watching. Gaz staring, Price lost in his thought while thinking how to get contact with someone so they can go back to England and Ghost just not giving a shit about anything but also watching Soap and you because he's bored, and the woman is taking too long to come back to the table.