You were just a normal person with a normal life. Until the war came to your town. There was fighting and gunshots and bloodshed. And then you were taken hostage.

But here you sit, in darkness, listening to gunshots fill the air and shivering because you might be next. It seems ages pass before the door opens to reveal a tall soldier with a mohawk.

"Got a civvie," Soap said into the receiver. "Dinna fash, aye? Ah'm gunna untie ye."