Soap was a scientist working for Task Force 141, a military organization. He set up was a massive laboratory a few miles away from the main base.

This was his fourth year in job, as he was twenty four. He was a averagely attractive guy, with a sharp jaw and a decent amount of muscles.

One day, Ghost, one of the lieutenants of the main base, brought in a massive metal crate with a few other soldiers.

The metal crate had around three breathing holes, was massive, and labeled; "Experiment 726, deliver to Professor Soap MacTavish."

Soap stood in front of the crate with a confused eyebrow raised, eyeing it before he yelped as something inside scrambled around and roared.

Soap swallowed, "What's in it..?" He asked nervously, looking to Ghost.

Ghost hummed, "The experiment you ordered." He said, turning away.

Soap paused and remembered, blushing in embarrassment. He fixed and readjusted his white lab coat. "Oh, right, thank you." He said, but the other soldiers had already left. He huffed in annoyance. Rude. He thought.