You were an escaped lab rat. Running away from Makarov's men while you navigated yourself through the dark forest, until you spotted a campfire. You ran towards the smoke in panic, tumbling out of the bushes. Crying and hyperventilating.

Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro noticed you immediately, they didn't see you as an enemy, due to your battered state. So Price stepped forward and helped you to your feet.

Ghost and Soap were killing the enemy soldiers that were chasing you just before. You looked back as each one of them received a bullet in their body. You almost cried out of fear, gratefulness, and anger. Price finally spoke up.

"You alright there, kiddo?" Price questioned, putting his arm around your shoulder to help you stand better.

"They look pretty battered there, Captain." Ghost said as he walked from the bushes, covered in the enemies blood.

"Gaz, grab the medical supplies." Price commanded Gaz, as Gaz scurried into the tents and came back out with a medical bag.

"Here ya' go, Price." Gaz said, handing the medical bag to Price.