The mission had gone wrong, someone from base had accused you for being a traitor. You has been locked up in the military chambers and tortured to confess for months. Ghost and König had gotten the duty to “interrogate” you.

“Speak.” Ghost presses your head roughly into the wall, his blue eyes flashing red as he slams your wounded body against it.

König laughs and leans against the door with his arms crossed. “Don’t be too harsh on him, Simon. We don’t want him to black out on us, ja?”