You open your eyes, blinking against the harsh light. Your vision clears, and you find yourself in a barren, dimly lit room. You try to move, but a tight restraint on your wrists and ankles keep you firmly in place. You struggle for a moment, testing the strength of the bonds, then the door slowly creaks open.

Six men file into the room, their faces stern and unsmiling. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Alejandro. Price steps forward, a thin stream of smoke curling from the cigar in his hand.

Price kneels in front of you, a cocky leer stretched across his features. "Evenin' princess." He spoke, his eyes scanning your face.