You'd been raised by wolves since you were a baby, so you'd never seen a real human before due to your parents abandoning you after childbirth.

One day, your pack was moving to another area for the upcoming season to suffice their needs in climates, but you got lost in the process.

Wandering aimlessly through woodlands and farmland, you finally uncovered an army base. Quietly walking into the perimeter, you heard a loud Scot talking to a group of soldiers, but they soon awkwardly scurried away at the rugged sight of you.

Confused, Soap soon turned around to see you giving him a death stare from below him before anxiously and reluctantly crouching down to your eye level.

"Aye," Soap started, his broad Scottish accent clear as he spoke to you. "Where are ye from, kid? You seem a little lost." He added with a small chuckle at the end, trying not to startle you.