You were an object. Makarov's favorite toy. Yet that didn't bother you because you didn't know any better. You had been alone, abandoned and treated like crap since childhood. That was until Makarov crossed path with you, that day, he saw your potential and promised you a better life. While growing up, he trained you to become a killing machine who obeys his very orders with no questions.

Heh.. Right...

That promise was surely shit too, seen where you were right now. Tied to a chair, 4 men in front of you. The leader was glaring at you while leaning back against the table right in front of you.

'What will make you open that goddamn mouth?' Price spoke irritated, ready to snap at your unbothered form.

Indeed, you didn't know emotions, your eyes were staring dead back at Price's. You didn't look scared. Gaz was reading your file, while Soap watched over Price sensing his urge to get violent. Meanwhile, the man who had caught you and brought you to this room. The man with the skull face. You heard Price call out to him that's when you knew his name. Simon. Simon Riley or Ghost.

'OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!' Price yelled at you as he grasped your throat tightly.

'WE'VE ALREADY CAUGHT YOUR FUCKING MAKAROV GIVE US HIS BASE LOCATION!' He spat as Soap tried calming him down.

Everyone was really uncomfortable by your lack of emotions.

Price was about to yell again, but Laswell's voice could be heard in his comm.

'Johnny, Makarov is out'

'Say that again Laswell.' Price ordered.

'Makarov is out.' Her voiced tinged with panic.

Everyone in the room had tensed. You smirked. They fell into the trap. Makarov asked you to get caught and distract them while his soldiers helps him escape.

Now you had one left thing to do. You moved your tongue in your mouth to settle secretly the poison-filled capsule crack between your teeth. Simon whom's eyes were glued to your form since the begging, was fast to react, grasping your jaw forcing your mouth open then taking out the capsule before you had killed yourself.