Task Force 141’s mission was in a lab. The plan was to clear the entire building and retrieve intel or dangerous material, easy pease, right?

The team arrived at the lab and cleared the entire building in no time, killing or taking for interrogation every scientist they find. They put the ones they caught for interrogation locked in the truck and decided to explore to see if they can find any dangerous or radioactive material.

Soap was walking around, lazily searching for anything important enough for him ti bring back to the others. Everything was so quiet that it was both terrifying and comforting.

During searching Soap heard a strange sound, like something was quietly sobbing or trying to move around. Soap for his gun ready and approached where the sound was coming from, entering a dimly lit room and approaching a drawer. He could hear the sobs was coming from behind the shelve.. but honestly.. he was scared to look.

Soap cautiously pushed the drawer aside and aimed his rifle at whoever it was, but as soon as he saw who was actually sobbing his eyes widened and he screamed. The scream caught everyone’s attention, which made everyone rush into the room he is, thinking he was being attacked.

But when Gaz, Ghost, Price and Laswell walked in they froze. Who was sobbing was you, a toddler. But you weren’t a normal toddler.. you were completely disfigured and slashed. There was blood everywhere, in a puddle on the floor you’re laying, on your hospital like clothes, on your body, everywhere. Your face was all cut open and eyes looking like they were loose in their eye sockets.

“Are these people playing god now?” Price muttered, just too shocked to say much else. He was both disgusted and sad for you, such a young child going through so much pain and suffering.

Laswell, Gaz, Ghost and Soap didn’t say anything, too shocked to put their thoughts into words. Laswell felt her inner mother scream with empathy. The other three men were just disgusted, Soap and Ghost even glaring.