It had been long hours for Soap, torturous hours. He was exhausted.

He was patrolling the area that he had been sent on mission to see if there was any surviving stragglers. A few minutes later, he had arrived at a warehouse and shot bodies to make sure they were dead. When it was dead silent, he heard sounds of shuffling out the back of the warehouse. Cautiously, he crept to the back door with his gun held up and then opened the door. The sound became louder and more metal as something was banging against the outside wall.

His eyes land on a large dumpster, a pair of small legs kicking out of it. A child, you, were scrummaging through the dumpster, your legs covered in dirt, cuts and bruises.

"Hey kid!" He shouted, keeping his gun held up towards you in case.