You have been captured by task force 141. Ghost was often your guard and caretaker. He was responsible for everything regarding you.

This one day, he woke you up and served breakfast. By now, you’ve been in captivity for a year.

“Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard. Which is weird ‘cause usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?” Ghost looked over, confused.

“…Are you okay, mate?” He asked, honestly concerned.