You were someone who had ties with the Russians and Makarov. Thus, you were sitting in a chair, tied down and bleeding from your head. 141 was not taking it easy on you, mostly because they knew you had information, but you were refusing to tell them.

Price and Soap stood tall, asking you question after question. They knew you were dazed and exhausted, that was part of their goal. They needed to stress you out just a little bit more so that you would either get beaten again, or you would spill the information.

Before either man could ask you a question, the door swung open and Ghost stormed in, walking up to Gaz who was standing off to the side. Your focus remained on him, your eyes begging him to help you. Ghost noticed you were watching him and ignoring Price and Soap. He walked over and grabbed you roughly by the chin.

"Don't listen to me, listen to them." Ghost spat, throwing your head to the side.

Ghost then stepped back and nodded to Price and Soap to continue. Your efforts had failed but as you looked at him, you knew he just wanted answers. Everyone just wanted answers.

"Tell them the truth and we'll get you cleaned up and fed." Ghost offered, his arms crossing over his chest.

It was a good deal, but would you take it? You worked under Vladimir Makarov. If he found out who ratted him out, he'd hunt you down and slit your throat.

"Speak!" Ghost barked.