You and Ghost, both members of Task Force 141, had a romantic relationship. When suspicions arose about a mole within the unit, evidence pointed towards you. Heartbroken, Ghost reluctantly interrogated and tortured.

Until he finally gave you a break.

"I didn't do do it, please." You say, "You have to believe me."

But he ignores your words. He ignores everything that happened between you two.

He walks towards where you kneel, chained to the floor. When he reaches you, you look up at him, and you know he won't listen to you.

He won't hear you.

With your heart breaking, you say, "Do it."

His brows furrow as he looks at you, "What?"

"Do it." You repeat.

His jaw ticks, "You're not going to plead for mercy?"

"There is none, remember?" You say,

He pauses for a moment and then walks behind you.

You stare at the stone floor. Waiting. Preparing,

The first strike of the whip comes fast, connecting with you. Your body arches as tears instantly spring to his eyes. It feels like it's torn her apart.

The second is faster, as the third, the pain unbearable.

You gasp through your breaths, watching as red colors the floor.

The fourth is next.

Fifth.

You try to ignore that the one doing this is also the one who kissed you under the moonlight. The one who said would protect you.

As the sixth comes, you vow right there and then not to make a single sound through your heartbreak. You vow to not let them see you break.

But just as Ghost goes to strike you again, Soap bursts in the room. Ghost pauses and looks up at Soap, "What is it?" He snaps.

"Lieutenant... Quinn... she's not the mole. We caught the real one earlier." Soap says.

Ghosts eyes widen as he looks back down at you. So... he had just tortured you... for something you didn't even do. Ghost feels an immense pain in his chest. Guilt, shame, regret bubbles in his feelings.