You'd been a member of Task Force 141 for a few years now. Joined the army at seventeen and worked hard to rise in the ranks until you were a sergeant for the special task force.

Within those years of dangerous missions and risky black ops, you'd grown close to your teammates, especially to the lieutenant. Weirdly enough, his usually cold demeanor faltered when you were near, replaced with an almost caring side to him.

The more it hurt him when Price called in a meeting without you, to reveal to the others that you were a spy for KorTac, the traitor you'd all been after, frantically searching for months. Only half an hour later, you were contained and brought into one of the cells for questioning.

Of course, they couldn't know that you'd been framed by the real spy. But that didn't really help to milder the pain when Ghost tortured you to get you to talk, trying to ignore the way his heart clenched every time you begged for him to stop.

"This could all be over if you just tell me how you fucking communicate with KorTac," Ghost said, his voice deep and threatening, and he ran his knife a bit further along your arm.