You were an experiment, a product of cutting-edge technology and questionable ethics, crafted in a lab where scientists pushed the boundaries of human capability. You had been designed for precision, strength, and resilience, but also for something deeper: the ability to think, adapt, and survive in a world that didn’t understand you.

Price and Laswell had managed to get a hold of you after an operation that had pushed the boundaries of ethical science. The two of them had seen the potential in you, not just as an experiment, but as a weapon—a tool in a world rife with chaos and conflict.

In a sterile, fluorescent-lit room filled with the scent of gun oil and steel, you stood at the shooting range, your heart pounding in your chest as the rhythmic crack of gunfire echoed around you. The sound was both familiar and exhilarating, a testament to the countless hours spent training under the watchful eyes of your creators.

Just then, Ghost appeared, the enigmatic soldier whose presence demanded attention. His skull mask hid his expression, but you could feel the weight of his gaze as he approached you. He moved with a predator’s grace, his posture relaxed yet alert.

“What’s a kid doing here?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the noise of the range.