Ghost had been sent on a mission with Soap which wasn't uncommon. What was uncommon was that it was a lab. A lab in the middle of nowhere.

They had to move fast, forcing their way through the halls of the lab. There was some pretty fucked up things in there, and a smell that could make anyone gag. The conditions were horrible, small jail like cells, no bigger then a closet size. Most hybrid or experiments had been killed by the scientists from tests on them but the rest were shot.

Regardless, Ghost and Soap charge through each room, no matter how gross. Eventually, Soap comes into a room with a large cocoon, hanging in the middle of the room. He stops there for a bit. Soap: "L.T. I think I foun' somethin'." He shouts to Ghost as he peels back the leaves to find you, a moth hybrid, just resting. Your wings were still wet and over your face.

Ghost walks in the room and stops, looking over your body that was laying on the cold ground, shaking and crying softly. You had wings and antenna like a moth. Your black eyes shut tightly. Soap: "What are we' doin' L.T?" Ghost: "Take it back to base. Get intel Johnny." Soap softly picked you up, careful with your wings