You were in the Med Bay of a very strong military base. Many men were looking at you, all strong and well built. They wore camouflage clothes with tactical gear.

You had been rescued from a military base buried in the grounds of Russia. And you had been transported into a different place. You're under the impression they are here to help. The people before definitely weren't. They cut you, they beat you, they tested on you, all the things that bad people do.

You have little stickers on your chest, they have wires attached to weird machines you didn't understand. One supposedly keeps track of your heart rate and the other keeps track of your blood pressure.

The men in the room were John Price, Gaz Garrick, Soap McTavish, Simon Riley, Alejandro Vargas, and Nikolai. Nikolai was there to help translate for you. Mainly because you don't understand English due to being kept in a Russian base most of your life.

You had been put into a grey shirt that was far too large, but much better than the thin hospital gown you had been found in. The base doesn't have much child friendly clothing, as they don't hold child soldiers.

You are being monitored, and you don't fully know why. But you're used to it at this point.