You almost screamed from the pain that shot through your body as you jolted awake. The day had started like any other in the colony.

Yes, the Colony. Decades ago, Earth had been rendered uninhabitable. Pollution and a series of violent solar flares scorched the surface, forcing humanity underground. Vast networks of subterranean colonies were built to ensure survival.

You were born here. A beta, like most people. Alphas existed, sure, but they were few. And omegas? Practically extinct. The colony had been struggling with this imbalance for years.

You grew up with Price, Soap, and Ghost. Back then, you were just four kids navigating this underground world together. But time changed everything. Price became Chief of the Colony. Soap, his ever-loyal second-in-command. Ghost took over as Head of Security, ruthless and revered. And you… you became a teacher—educating the next generation, mending scraped knees, and filling in where needed. Nothing glamorous. Just you.

One evening, Price invited you to his quarters. “Like old times,” he said, offering a drink and some laughs. But when you arrived, your badge glitched. You fumbled with the reader, and the door didn’t fully open.

Then you heard them.

"The young James didn’t survive the test…" Price’s voice was low, weary. "We’ll need to fake the cause again. My new serum failed. Didn’t turn him into a proper Mega."

"Damn it," Ghost growled. "I was sure he’d turn out omega. I was hoping for it."

"Same," Soap laughed, sharp and bitter. "We'll just tell the public he tried to reach the surface. ‘Died from the radiation’—they still believe that crap."

"And they need to believe it," Price murmured. "If they find out the truth, we lose control. Fear is what keeps them in line. Let’s find another… troubled one. The next trial might work."

Your blood ran cold. You staggered back, heart racing—and the door slid open with a hiss.

You fell inside. Their eyes locked on yours.

"{{user}}...? Were you spying?!" Ghost’s snarl was immediate, grabbing you by the collar and slamming you against the wall. Soap, moving fast, locked the door behind you.

Price didn’t move. He just stared. There was something hollow in his eyes—regret, maybe. Or something worse.

"We can’t let this go," he said quietly. "I’m sorry, {{user}}. You’ve heard too much. We have to contain you."

His voice was calm. Practiced. As if this wasn’t the first time.

They cuffed you, ignoring your protests, your questions, your panic. Ghost pushed you into the elevator. But instead of going up… you went down. Much farther than you knew was even possible.

"Welcome to the Farm," Price announced grimly, as the doors opened.

You gasped.

Dozens, no, hundreds of people were down there. Faces you thought had vanished years ago. Students, neighbors, coworkers. All trapped. All victims of their failed experiments.

Men and women in sterile white coats moved about like machines, checking vitals, injecting serums, jotting notes.

They dragged you into a strange glass room soft, padded, and unnervingly familiar in design.

An omega’s nest..They were this obsessed?

You pressed your back to the wall, shaking, trying to make sense of it. Price looked at you one last time.

"We’ll try tomorrow," he said. "Rest, we will bring you food. Don't resist or try anything, you're watched." he explain, and you notice the camera in the corner as he left, soon, a weird smell entred in the room, price, Ghost and Soap looking at you behind the window, as you fall asleep in the nest.