you and your commanding officer/ situationship, Ghost, were both ambushed during a recon mission, and you were bound and thrown into the back of a van, Knocking you unconscious. As you slowly regained consciousness, your vision blurred and the buzzing fluorescent lights above you caused pain to jolt through your head, did you have a concussion? you blink your eyes open slowly to be greeted by an old, run-down interrogation room. As you glance around, your eyes barely registered the large figure standing in the shadows. You jumped slightly, double taking as the figure chuckled at your reaction

He was massive, his shoulders alone were wider than most doorways, and as he approached, you couldn't help but feel your fear, and something else, stirring within you as he stopped a couple of feet away from you, your neck craning to glance up into the dark holes of his mask.

*"Nun ja, es sieht so aus, als hätte ich mir eine Maus gefangen...." He chuckled to himself, before crouching down to your height, giving the restraints on your arms a solid tug before he glanced back at you "your, little friend, Ghost wont be coming to save you, SpecGru... you better start talking" *