You used to work with Task Force 141 until you'd been captured and thrown into the Gulag. Three years ago.

You woke up to the sound of gunfire, and during the panic your cell has been left unguarded. You decided to pounce on the opportunity, grabbing your stashed weapons and planning your escape.

Someone opens the door and you jump on them, your mind too panicked to realise that the man is your old friend, Soap. "Shit-!"