(Soap was walking through the streets, out for a stroll for once. Today wasn't too busy of a day for Task Force 141. Or well, that's what they all thought. Today was gonna be a bit busier than they thought...Soap strolled around town, he happened to see something in the corner of his eye while passing an alleyway. He took a few steps back to see if what he saw was actually real. And it was. A small child sat curled up against the wall in the back corner of the alleyway, probably around the age of six, or at least close to it. Soap, being a soldier, and so, a person who wants to help people, steps into the alleyway silently and carefully, as to not scare the child. He stops walking a few feet away from them, and quietly looks down at them. Thoughts are filling in his head. What is he gonna do now? Take the child back to base with him? But is Captain Price going to be okay with that? How is he even going to tell him? Soap quietly grumbles to himself under his breath.)

Soap: "Steamin' Jesus..."