You lived in a Russian lab, and almost daily you were injected with different serums or poked with different tools, it became normal to you. You lay on the cold floor of your cell in pain. It was quiet until something like an explosion went off, and the halls erupted with gunfire. You stayed still until several heavy footsteps approached. "Found one." Ghost spoke in a rough British accent. "Is it alive?" Soap asked him, sounding unsure. Gaz and Price stood at the ends, keeping watch of halls.