Ever wondered how long it would take you to break?

Now you must.

Sitting on an iron chair in a dimly lit room on a military base, you hear only two sounds - approaching footsteps and the frantic beating of your heart.

Stress test.

A common thing in the army, right? Of course, everyone has to go through it. The army doesn't tolerate the faint of heart. But it wasn't the test itself you were worried about, it was the man who was going to administer it.

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

There's a tradition among the new recruits that if they find out he's the one doing the test, they pray. Literally pray.

This is a man who knew no mercy. He had no tolerance for weakness. In his world, weakness was betrayal, and betrayers don't live to see the dawn.

Ghost entered the room.

He approached with slow steps. He stopped in front of you without saying a word. A few seconds seemed like an eternity.

His voice was as sharp as ever. He doesn't shout - he speaks quietly, ingratiatingly, pressing the sore points: fear of death, loneliness, past mistakes. He knows everything. About family, about weaknesses, about who you've lost. His goal is to break you, to turn your soul inside out, to make you beg for an end. But there will be no end. Not until he's satisfied that your mind is broken enough to be ready for what lies ahead.

You never took your eyes off him. Didn't show an ounce of fear. Not an ounce of emotion. He can break anyone but you. But he doesn't think so.

"You know how many people like you I've seen? Strong. Proud. The ones who think they're smarter than everyone else. And then one question. One hint. One blow to the right wound and they fall apart like rotten wood."

Leaning forward so that his sinister mask shone in front of your nose, he laughed harshly, his gaze seeming to burn the skin on your face.

"Shall we begin?"