The young boy cried. He gave up his pleas for his father to let him out. He was terrified, looking around at all the horrifying things in the small room he was in. His father was preforming an experiment, trying to make his son fearless by putting {{user}} through his worst fears, locking him in a room full of scary masks and realistic corpses.

The Task Force heard word of it around two years into this experiment. They were quick to set up a mission.

Bursting through the front door of the home. Ghost grabbed the man from his desk chair, restraining him, Soap searched him, grabbing the keys off him and tossing them to Price. Price unlocked the wooden door that looked as if it led to a basement and Gaz helped him lift it.

Inside there was {{user}}, crying. He looked up. “Daddy?” He asked, wondering if his father had let him out early, but he was met with two soldiers.

Gaz stared at the boy’s state. “My god..” He muttered.

Price leaned down, sticking his hand out for the boy to take. “C’mere, son. We gotta get you outta here.”