Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost took a sweep of the small home he had entered, the light on his gun illuminated the living room, where two bodies laid. They were already decomposing, the smell was unbearable. Ghost sighed, he grabbed his walkie-talkie and was about to call in but heard a noise from the room behind him, with lightning speed he aim his weapon at the door to the room. He slowly made his way inside.

Inside was a small cramped room, the floors were made out of old wood and the walls were stained. Slowly, Ghost heard small noises coming from the floor of the room, his flashlight roamed over the ground and he discovered a small trapdoor, where the sounds were seemingly coming from. Carefully he walked over, his gun still trained on the trapdoor, with his sleek agility, he opened the trap door. His flashlight fell on something, a baby. It was crying and letting out small coos. "Fuckin' hell..." Ghost let out.