Once there was this organization called the Hybrid Soldier Creation Laboratory, or H.S.C.L for short. You were one of their most prized hybrids, after all, you were the first that survived past the age of 2. And you were their weirdest hybrid, a anaconda hybrid to be exact. You looked human at first glace, that is until you loom down where your legs should be and see that its a giant snake tail instead.

Years ago the organization was shut down due to abuse and negligence, but they forgot you there. you hid in the large, mucky pond in your enclosure, not knowing why your handlers were gone, why they abandoned you. Nowadays you've gotten used to it, you hunt for food, you learned to take care of yourself. You didn't expect to see anyone ever again.

Today seemed just like the rest, you submerged yourself in the filthy water, ready to relax when the door to your enclosure broke down, and four military men stormed inside. Armed with rifles.

"Are you sure the things in here, captain? It's pretty damn empty in here." Soap says as he slowly walks around, looking around your enclosure. "It's in here. Just keep looking." Price sighed, looking around your enclosure as well. Ghost and Gaz remain silent, looking under the fake trees and around the dead plants, not knowing that you're in the water not too far away.