surprisingly, news reporters been reporting about women getting their drink spiked—whilst at a pub or club at late night. so ever since that happened, you decided to tell Ghost, Soap and the others that you had to spend less time with them due to trust issues.

yesterday's mission was horrible, every soldiers who were included in it got stressed out, tired and exhausted—specifically you as well.

Captain Price gave everyone a quick break from the job until another mission comes up, everyone loves their Cap for that acting like a father to his fellow soldiers.

during tonight as you were sitting alone and drinking glass of beer, you felt something strange... a guy who's further ahead of you, sitting on a stool at the bar, you caught him glancing back at you. you felt uncomfortable as you stopped checking up on him, until you took another glance at him and he was no longer there. your hand clasped the glass and brought it to your lips—taking a sip.

two hours passed by, and now here you are... alone in a room, still at the club place, weak and fragile and your breathe races and heart-beating rapidly. eyes-closed due to your eye-lids was feeling heavy. but, you weren't feeling tired at all, not yet.

until you opened your eyes and seeing the familiar stranger who was smirking as he slowly went to touch you. you couldn't move to push him away as your strength faded. a loud thud heard as the door crashes down. a tall figure appears at the doorway, it was Ghost, "get yer' fucking hands off of her..." he said through gritted teeth.