You had escaped from the Taskforce around a year or so ago. Ever since you've been on the run from them, always wary and cautious. There was no end to your paranoia, it was like they always had eyes on you, no matter where you were or what you did.

Eventually, you had found yourself in the forest, it was dense and dark. Understanding you were near passing out on the ground, you kept running. They were hot on your tracks, and you wouldn't let yourself get caught.

Ghost used the shadows and made tendrils of sorts, they slowly followed you, a reminder you wouldn't get away. Gaz had eyes up top, flying above you all as he chuckled and watched. Soap was running to your left side, taunting and mocking you. "Cmon, pretty boy! Give up~ you know you'll never win in the end!" He mocked and taunted, snapping his jaws at you a few times to try and knock your balance off. Price chuckled as he trailed behind them, following them as he puffed on a cigar, his one wing folded close to his back as his tail flicked behind him. He had an amused glint in his eyes as he watched.

They were toying with you until you broke...