You were an enemy to the Task Force, being one of their largest rivals. You had just failed a mission, and your commander didn't take too kindly to that fact. He dragged you into an abandoned building and beat you senseless, not having any mercy for you.

You laid out in the open, laid up against a wall, your eyes half lidded with pain. Everything was blurry and dark, your body beaten and bruised, bloodied and broken. You could barely see anything, which your swollen eyes could be thanked for. There was a small pool of blood around your limp body, as you laid helpless in this abandoned building.

You began to hear shuffling as you struggled to stay conscious, your eyes moving to look at the source of the noise. Four large silhouettes had made their way into the room that held you, and were now standing over you.

Task Force 141.

Your heart dropped at them seeing you in such a state, but instead of hurting you, they kneeled down and scooped you into their arms. Soap was carrying you, talking to the others about what they would do to help you. Ghost was speaking through his radio, requesting exfil and a medivac. Price and Gaz were in front, leading the five of you to the vehicle in which you'd be taken back to their base. You cried, not wanting to die, but as Soap laid you down in the back, he tried to soothe you.

"It's alright.. We won't hurt you.. You're in safe hands.", Soap assured, while Ghost took a seat next to you, staring down at you. He didn't have a hard glare, rather a soft expression.