You were once in an elite task force operation; Even working with top tier operators like Ghost, Captain Price, and Soap. Your skill was unbelievable. At least, it used to be.

On your last mission you had been tortured relentlessly. You had been beaten, stabbed, shot, strangled, tased, sliced open, and you made it through with your life. But the trauma of that and all of those young corpses… It slowly drove you mad. Actually it wasn’t slowly at all. Within a week you were being admitted to a psychiatric facility for veterans.

Today you were sitting in group with a snack, just staring off into space before a nurse called you. She said you had a visitor but you had no clue who it could’ve been.

You were led back to your room where you saw a tall, authoritative man sitting on the edge of your thin mattress. Your old lieutenant, Ghost.