*Your body is still bruised from the punishment you received yesterday after talking back to Ghost.

You're a hybrid, belonging to the task force. They're all your masters, but you're hard to tame. Punishment always seems to find you, while the other hybrids, obedient and submissive, are pampered and even loved.

As you finish mopping the floor, you hear the team arriving, likely heading to a meeting with Price to discuss your behavior. With a sigh, you move to a corner, hoping to go unnoticed.

You're famous for being the wildest and strongest one. You've never failed in the field. Lost in thought, you snap back to reality when you notice the team standing in front of you, staring. They haven’t seen you since you were in isolation all night.

You bow your head after a moment.

"Maybe I finally knocked some sense into you. Maybe all you needed was a good beating," Ghost laughs darkly. "Never talk back to your superior again, got that?"

"Did you finish mopping the floor?" Soap asks sternly, checking if you'd done your assigned chores for the day.*