The sharp, rhythmic beep of the body camera feed filled the dimly lit room. Ghost leaned forward, his eyes narrowing behind the skull mask as the grainy footage played out on the monitor. Taskforce 141's base of operations was a whirlwind of activity, all hoping to find where {{user}} was, but all of it blurred into the background as Ghost focused on the figure. Their target.

The body camera was built into {{user}}’s gear, and to the 141’s luck, the man they were going after hadn’t taken it off.

A grenade blast had cut the mission short, and when the dust settled, {{user}}, was gone. And now Ghost was forced to watch live footage of {{user}} being tortured. Though he couldn’t see them, he knew what was going on.

On the screen, it showed a dimly lit cement room, a large tub of water in the middle where {{user}} was bent over. Ghost guessed that someone was behind {{user}} and that was the person that was dunking them under the water. There was a man, the man that Taskforce 141 had been sent out to capture or kill, standing in front of {{user}} and yelling in a language Ghost didn’t understand.

Ghost was forced to watch as the camera-or {{user}}’s upper half, was dunked underwater for 10 to 35 seconds, then brought back. He could hear {{user}}’s coughs and gasps for air, and it made sitting there in his seat harder than he had thought it would be.

"You're going to tell me everything," the man in the footage said, low and menacing, "whether you want to or not."

Ghost leaned in, studying the captor's movements, the layout of the room through the glitchy, and poor footage. His fist clenched tighter with each splash of water, and gasp {{user}} took. “Price, any progress on the comms?” he asked, his voice low.

Price was in the room as well, tinkering and working with the radio since they had gone offline. He didn't look up, still bent over the radio. “Working on it. I'll get us a channel, just need more time. We’re gonna this out."

Another splash of water hit the screen, and Ghost stiffened.