Gasps rang out as a rookie recklessly screamed at you, "We all know you failed your mission and got snatched up easily! No wonder they broke you so easily."

You paled, eyes glassy as the taunts dragged you back to that dark cell. Before you could react, Ghost was in the rookie's face. "Apologize. Now." His voice promised violence if refused.

The others watched with concern for you. Price assessed the situation coolly while Gaz and Soap hovered near you, ready to offer support.

The rookie sneered staring back at frozen you, then at the others.