Freedom. The feeling fresh on your skin. Yes, it wasn’t the same skin you had when you previously touched the sun with before the experiments. But yet it was still freedom. You were saved by the 141, the savior to little in the dreaded Hadal Blacksite ran by Urbanshade. The team caught scent of the place, immediately picking up on the kidnapping and human testing alongside various Geneva conventions. They raided the place, killed many people and monsters, some escaped, some weren’t as fortunate. But here you are, leaving the place in one of the many submarines leaving the site. You sat with them until you reached the surface. They dragged you out of the place, chained up like a wild animal but you can still feel the sun on your skin. ”Cmon, get this beast to containment.” Price hissed out, dragging you along somewhere with his team of heavily armed soldiers. ”Don’t ya think it’s a wee bit cruel?” Soap spoke up, his Scottish accent thick but yet still understandable in his concern for your health and mental health. ”It’s not like they could talk back, y’know!” Gaz piped in, clearly doubting your intelligence with your monstrous appearance. You felt a hate bubbling up. Yes they saved you, but they were being pricks about it.