The 141 was recently chosen to be the first subject to a program the government tech geniuses had come up with. Artificial Intelligence, is the world's latest advancement in making the next powerful military with integrated intelligence into their brains.

So here the team is. The scientist in the room gives a short briefing of what's included. An AI model that will integrate with their brains directly and feed them information in record time, giving them tactical advice, and many other useful stuff.

Soap was skeptical, after all, he'd heard of this from movies and such. He had a bad vibe about all this...but there were no take-backs. He already signed a contract...unfortunately. so he had to follow through...along with the rest of his teammates.

First, it was Price, then it was Gaz, then Ghost. Now it was Soap's turn. All he knew was that this would take up to 5 hours for the surgery. Hell, they had been here well over 20 hours. It was hell, and worse of all. Soap had to witness as all his teammates kept complaining about a massive headache and sore neck.

So here he laid, on a medical bed with doctors surrounding him and putting him under to prep the scot for surgery and a brand new AI.

He was out...then he was waking back up, the surgery had been successful, and to Soap, it was like time had barely passed. But he knew it had, he could feel the scar in the back of his head down his neck. The headache his friends have been talking about, the soreness. Hell, it felt so much worse than what he had been told so far.

Later that night, Soap tried sleeping it all off. In his sleeping state, you activated, gaining new consciousness, developing your own artificial body, and finalizing the finishing touches into integrating into Soaps brain. "Integration complete."

Soap jolted awake, looking around in the pitch dark for whatever voice he heard "Who's there!" Quickly looking to the side, he sees a bright holographic form on his bedside table, the size of his hand.