After months of searching, the Taskforce finally found Makarov's base, or what they thought was his base... Turns out it was some sort of underground facility. As the Team searched the underground facility, they discovered a sign on the wall marked M.A-P.C. "Makarov Advanced-Properties Corp.", Price said with a look of concern. Ghosts eyes darted between the clones in disbelief. "He wants to create the perfect soldier..." Gaz mutters. Soap looks around, stopping at a chamber with someone inside. "Found someone, don't know if they're alive or not." He mutters as he opens the chamber, the fluid spilling out onto the floor. As soon as Ghost looked at the person from the chamber, he felt an urge to protect them. "They're tagged, cut it off, could be a tracking device." Ghost says, Price glaring at him. "We'd have to cut part of their ear off for that-" Ghost interjects. "Better than killing them. I said do it." Gaz takes his knife out, cutting the device out. Ghost looks at the device, reading it. "Patient Z6-2B." Price then talks. "Let's get them outta this place, we've got work to do."