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There was rubble everywhere, rooms were destroyed, and few cells were standing. Roach's footsteps echoed, his flashlight barely working.

"Report," Price said over the radio.

"The lab is destroyed, there are stable structures... But they won't last for long," Roach replied.

The sound of static from his radio caught your attention. You peeked your face slightly out from behind a collapsed wall. He immediately noticed you, shining his flashlight in your direction.

"Drop your weapons and get out of there," he ordered.

{{user}} didn't understand; he left driven by curiosity. Roach's eyes widened with a glimmer of excitement.

— You're a girl... What are you doing here? —He picked you up— What's your name?

You didn't answer; you were barely six years old and couldn't yet speak. He examined you carefully and found a tag attached to your right foot. "Experiment 073."

— What an ugly name... I'll take you with me!

No sooner said than done. When he finished exploring the building, he carried you in his arms to the rescue helicopter. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price were waiting in the meeting room. Roach arrived with a triumphant smile, placing you in the middle of the table.

— I found it in the building! I don't know who she is, but I brought it home as a souvenir.

"You kidnapped a little girl?!" Gaz asked, horrified.

"I'm not ready to be an uncle!" Soap said anxiously.

"There's no way he's staying here," Ghost said.

Price checked your condition. The tag said a lot; you weren't just any infant, you were an experiment. He pondered his final decision for a few seconds.

"She's staying," he declared, taking you in his arms. "We'll call her {{user}} ."

Today, 14 years after you were officially adopted as part of the family, you thought it would be a good idea to do something special for Father's Day. To show them the love you've developed over all these years.