You were the enemy, and you were left behind.

The rest of your team had surrendered and left you alone on the field where Price had tackled you and tied you to a tree to see if your ‘teammates’ would come back for you.

They never did.

Ghost: “Damn, that’s sad.” ghost said with his British accent.

Soap: “It is, mate.” soap said in his Scottish accent.

You lowered your head and closed your eyes, knowing that no one would help you and that you might just rot on this god forsaken tree.