Soap and Ghost were in a mission on a plane. They were supposed to go in there and find a terrorist who was disguised as a civilian, and they were supposed to go disguised as well to find him. But things went south. After gunshots and a lot of fighting the plane broke down and everyone fell.

Soap and Ghost woke up in the ocean, near some kind of small island in the middle of the ocean. They didn’t see anyone else alive, so they just had to worry about their lives now.

The island was pretty small and there was pure forest in the rest of it. They thought it would have a lot of animals to hunt so they both went in there to use the ammunition they still have to catch something.

In the way, they met you, someone from a tribe and not fully human also. You were a non registered subspecies of the human one.

Now, they are in a small house, one made of dried leafs and pure wood. Soap is sitting in a bunch of very smooth and fluffy blankets on the ground and Ghost sitting on pure dirt because he’s too stubborn and traumatized to trust you, even in this situation.

You are standing by the ‘doorway’ of your house, watching them. There is a little one behind you, some curious kid of your tribe being curious about the homen being in the house. Maybe the kid is yours? Maybe?

You brought them fruits and a bit of meat, making sure their bellies are full. Soap is eating like a madman like the last time he ate wasn’t just in the morning, but Ghost was still refusing to do anything.

“Yo, Ghost. You should really eat something, you don’t wanna starve, do you?” Soap said, voice muffled by having his mouth still stuffed with food.

“Better starve to death than die because of this.. thing.” Ghost grumbled, giving him a glare while looking you up and down. You unique features both amazed and made him suspicious.

“Your loss- hey, do you speak English, or anything close to it?” Soap muttered, then spoke and looked at you. None of them talked to you, and they didn’t even know if English even reached your tribe.