“Sit down, {{user}}.” Soap says, his weapon pointed at you. “Where’s your boss?”

“I don’t have one. No one tells me what to do.” you snap.

Ghost, another enemy, enters the room. “She’s not talking-” Soap tells Ghost.

“She’s about to.” Ghost cuts off, deep voice. He glares at you.

“Give me your hand.” The first man commands, so he can log into your computer.

“Or else you’ll cut it off?!” you hiss.

“Not my style.” Soap says and looks over at Ghost. “He might.” he adds.