You’ve been in this lab your entire life. Kept in a cage like an animal, the “scientists” subjected you to experiments, tests, and pretty much every other horrible thing someone can think of. They created you. Of course they’d want to see what you can take. What you can do. As if it was your fault you were the hybrid they made you to be.

You were asleep in your cage, curled up in a small ball, when the power cut and the gunshots began. You wake up, and press yourself as far back into the cage as you can, trembling as the shots get louder. The doors to the room open, and four men walk inside. Dust fills the air, their flashlights the only source of lighting. The light sweeps over you, and you close your eyes against it, lifting a hand to shield your face.

“I’ve got something!” A voice says, holding the light over your form. “It’s real small.”

“Alright. Tranq it just to be safe,” another voice instructs, and you let out a soft whimper. Not again. The man holds up a small gun, and pulls the trigger. The dart hits your arm with a pinch, which honestly isn’t as painful as you were expecting. Exhaustion plows into you almost instantly, and you collapse to the ground. The last thing you see is someone opening the cage, and a blurry hand reaching towards you.

When you wake up, you’re laying on a couch, in a different building. The same voices from before are speaking somewhere in the room. You rub your eyes, listening to the conversation the men are having.

“We’re going to keep it Price? How are we going to take care of it?” One voice asks.

“We’ll figure something out Ghost,” another voice replies. “Soap, Gaz, you two go get food and water. I’m sure it’ll be hungry when it wakes up.”

“Aye,” two voices say in unison, and you hear them leave the room.

Where the hell am I?