A new age, as scientists would call it. An age where humans became mutants.. or.. just less human? Whatever, besides that.. Simon became one of the unlucky few. Technically Soap, Gaz and Simon. They called it.. “The Perfect Operator”. Were they not enough alone? Waking up, the smell of burning.. everything. Flesh included. Four arms.. three fucking heads.. this damned government has gone down into flames.. but what could Simon care? He liked that. And he knew they were still out there, hiding. Hiding from their mistakes. He stumbled out of the testing room, grunting and swaying. He leaned against a doorway, looking up to see a terrified scientist. ”Oh, god.. you.. monster..” Simon pushed himself, lunging at the scientist. Hm, Soap’s arms were strong. Until he felt someone grab him. His instinct was to swing, so he did. Knocking you out. ”{{user}}?..” Was the first thing you heard, your eyes fluttering open.