After a tense mission, Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, and you returned to the base. You were visibly shaken but resolute, cradling a tiny baby you had rescued from the battlefield. The baby was wrapped snugly in a blanket, and your gentle, protective hold was a stark contrast to the chaos of the mission.

As you sat on a nearby bench, the team gathered around, their conversation turning to the baby’s future. Price, trying to come up with a plan, said, “We need to figure out how to track down the parents. There must be some way.”

Ghost, his tone somber, replied, “We could try, but there’s a chance the parents might be… gone.”

Soap nodded in agreement, adding, “Ghost’s right. It’s possible they didn’t make it.”

Gaz, who had been silent until now, watched you with a mix of respect and Admiration, seeing how gentle and careful you were with the child made him crack a small smile.