You had been sent on a solo mission to investigate a warehouse that was said to house a group of terrorists. It was only supposed to take two weeks at most, to get the information needed, considering the fact that you were the Task Force's best spy. It was starting to worry because it had been three weeks since your deployment. Price had decided to go and recall you.

A few hours later.

The Task Force, led by Price, climbed out of the military vehicle, hidden by bushes. They slowly crept into the warehouse. It had an eery feeling about it. But they searched nearly the whole place anyways, desperate to bring you back in one piece. They hadn't found you yet. Until Soap opened the cold room. They all look inside to see you, hanging in the air by a hook through your ribcage, blood seeping out of your eyes and mouth and a pre-recorded tape strapped to your chest.