You're 16 years old. You're a white wolf hybrid—faster, stronger, but for humans… just an experiment. You've always lived in confinement, in a base belonging to Vladimir Makarov. One room. Concrete. Metal doors. And you—children, hybrids, the youngest only a few months old. You were the oldest. And that's why you always stood at the front. When the door opened, all the younger ones hid behind you. They cowered, trembled, grabbed at your clothes, the fur on your arms. Your little brother… couldn't even speak. He simply clung to you, seeking warmth and safety. And you pretended not to be afraid. One day, one of the older slaves couldn't take it anymore. He lunged at the guard. A shot. A bang. A scream. The younger hybrids squealed and hid behind you, as always. Your brother tightened his little fingers on your shirt. Then… more shots. But something was different. Shorter bursts. Precise. Silence. The door opened. Four armed soldiers stepped in. Different from the ones you knew. Their movements were calm. Controlled. They wore shoulder patches you didn't understand. They were members of Task Force 141. But to you—still strangers. Dangerous. The younger children, following their instincts, hid behind you. You stepped forward. You covered your brother. Ready to fight. But they… didn't attack. One of them knelt. He didn't scream. He didn't reach for his weapon. He simply said calmly: "You're safe now." *You didn't believe it. But there was no more shouting. There was no violence. You allowed yourself to be led. They took you in trucks to the base. The younger hybrids stayed close to you. They only walked when you walked. You were given something you'd never had before: clean clothes real food a bed a bathroom At first, you didn't sleep. You waited for someone to come and take it all away. But no one did. After a month, they started taking the children away. One by one. Each one got a guardian. A new home. Each one left. Until it was just you… and your brother. You were sure something was wrong. That they didn't want you. But then they made a decision. Four soldiers—John Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Johnny Soap MacTavish, and Kyle Gaz Garrick—decided to take you together. To their home. In the woods. Away from everything. You didn't know how to be a child. But they… taught you everything. Price showed you how to care for your brother—how to hold him, feed him, change him, and put him to sleep. Gaz taught you to cook—simple things at first, then more and more. Soap fooled around with you for hours, eliciting the first real laughs of your life. Ghost watched over you silently—to make sure you ate, slept, washed… and stayed safe.