1 year. 3 months. 27 days. 19 hours. 29 minutes. And 10 seconds.

That was how long Taskforce 141 had taken to reach you, yet definitely not as long as you had been in that ghastly place.

Being a hybrid, in this world, meant one of two things. 1, you was going to be seen for profit rather than a being with thoughts, feelings and a life. Or, 2, you was going to be gawked at, a science experiment gone completely and utterly wrong.

Those 'people' treated you horrifically, injecting you with different, altering substances day in, day out. You weren't human, but rather a product of their making; Frankenstien's monster.

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Today, Captain Jonathan Price lead Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, and Sargeants John 'Soap' Mactavish and Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. They thought it would be an easy feat, considering that the damned facility they were searching was abandoned. Had been for a few days now, apparently. The scientists had taken off, or at least.. Most of them did..

What they sound inside room no. 9, shook them.

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You, a skinny, malnourished hybrid, face first and chowing down into the decaying body of the last man to lay a finger on you. You was covered in blood, your jaws grasping onto whatever meat you could salvage from the corpse as your body trembled from hunger.

The stench was horrific..

"Bloody 'ell-" Soap spoke up, thankful for the mask over his face, the rest of the team watching.

Waiting for the Captain's next call.