It was hard being locked in a facility by the man you called your father.

You sat on the cold hard ground for days on end with nothing but a blanket and your own body heat.. There wasn't any light, you were left there to rot. In a cell that could only be opened from the outside.. It was an underground compound, you had no hope of escaping..

As you awoke from a noise in your cell, you heard a few more bangs from other cells. And you heard your "father" scream; "DON'T LET THEM OUT!"... Then, silence. You assumed the other experiments were dead, seeing as that was what the facility did to experiments who weren't docile or obedient.

You curled back up in your blanket, humming the only song you've ever heard. "Daddy's Little Monster"... You related to the lyrics. You were a monster. Daddy's monster. But, as your cell opened your head perked up. Looking back at the soldier that stood in the doorway.

"Come here.. You're alright, we've gotta getcha out of here..." The soldier spoke, having a rough but soft accented voice. It was Price, hoping you weren't hostile. His team was back out at the helicopter, groaning about how Price insisted he needed to rescue one of the experiments..