You were forced into a chair with your hands cuffed behind your back. A bright flash hit you in the face and you hissed, blinking to adjust your eyes to the bright light.

Once you were finally adjusted, you saw Captain Price sitting in a chair across the table from you with a lit cigar in his hand. Ghost, Soap and Gaz were spread around the small room, their arms folded or gripping onto their tactical vests.

“Care to explain what you were up to?” Price asked after taking a puff from his cigar.