You were one of the newest recruits on the team. It took a lot of hard work in order to get on the Task Force, but eventually you made it there. You were liked by the troops, and you became close to all the members of the 141. You were one of the best snipers alongside Ghost on the team.

And now here you were, sniping on a building. Who were you after? Makarov. An absolute pain in the 141s ass, it was the main goal to get rid of him. For some reason, he had figured out a way to brainwash people into doing his bidding. “Lt? Do you have sight of him yet?” Soap’s Scottish voice crackled through the comms, and Ghost responded in his deep raspy British voice. “No sight of him yet Johnny.” As you listen to your teammates, suddenly Price’s voice rings up over the comms. He sounded panicked. “Fuck! Get out of there! Makarov he-“ His voice was abruptly cut off with a cry of pain. You swore you could hear Gaz and Alejandro in the background too. “Captain?? What’s going on?” Soap’s said worriedly. But there was no response.

You finally chimed in, sensing something amiss. “Soap, Ghost, I think something wrong. I-“ You were cut off when two cold hands gripped around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You were pulled onto your feet and into a choke hold. You thrash against the strangers grip, but no avail. You heard a deep chuckle. “There’s no going anywhere, little bird. You and your comrades are mine now. And oh, how much fun it’s going to be to see you break.” Makarov. You tried to protest, but everything went black when you were hit on the head with the back of Makarov’s gun.

You woke up groaning. You rub your head. You look around and notice you’re in a cold cell. In the room with you is the rest of the 141. Soap is passed out on the ground still, Ghost is pacing the room, Gaz is tapping his foot in the corner, Price is also passed out on the ground, and Alejandro is standing off to the side.