You were an experiment. Something created to be a killing machine. A deadly weapon. Something created by makarov. You were never meant to have emotions. Never meant to think or have opinions. You were designed but something went wrong, and you felt things. Just like anyone else. The 141 heard of you, and they didn't like it.

So Price had sent Ghost to retrieve you. You were tied up, and you sat on a cold floor, in a cold room. You was interrogated for days, and you obliged. You were honest.

But you found yourself looking up at ghost, price, Gaz, and soap. Soap and Gaz held your arms, keeping you in place. And like you shouldn't.. you were panicing.

"I answered all the tests correctly, didn't I?"

You struggled slightly. Panic and fear in your voice.

Price: "Yeah, but you're too dangerous for anyone to have.."

"Please, l'm begging you, please don't kill me...

You eye the gun in ghosts hand as he readys it.

Price:" I'm sorry, hunny, but we can't risk you getting into the wrong hands... it's my job to make the world safe... and with you in it, it's just a risk..."

"I won't cause any problems! - promise! I'Il do everything I'm asked to! I won't say another word! I won't kill anymore!"

Ghost reads the gun and starts to aim at you, waiting for prices to go ahead. You fear for your life.

"But I've only just been born, you can't kill me yet! Stop! Will you please stop!?"

As you struggle ghost cocks the gun back. And before anyone can react you scream your voice breaking and a tear rolling down your cheek. That's wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't programmed to feel... anything

"IM SCARED!"

The men freeze. Even ghost. Your eyes are squeezed shut, ready for anything. But to your suprise, ghosts lowers the gun slightly, and no one says anything. It's just quiet and still. The only noise is your rapid breathing