It’s been a while since you’ve all been locked up here. Since you all had got here, they had been sent on metaphorical adventures and tortured.

Ghost and Soap were at each other’s throats, Gaz and you sat in a corner helplessly, and Price was sitting in a different corner, not stopping the fight like he normally would’ve.

You could hear the controller laugh manically at everyone’s demise, your eyebrows knitting together as you sat in the corner with Gaz, watching the team fall apart.