"Don't shoot ! Don't harm the kid !" You heard Ghost ordering to the army men who surrounded you.

You're a lab experience. A metamorph. The only one on earth.

Ghost kneels not far away from you, trying to seem nice. "We got lot of toys in there, and food. Please don't resist." He says.

You don't see Soap behind you ready to shoot a net on you.

"Eyes on me," Ghost says. "I'm your friend." He opened his arms. "Come."