You’re the child of a mafia boss, who’s away on business. You’re sitting in an office, sorting paperwork when numerous guns are heard from outside. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz and other soldiers break open the door, gheir assault rifles aimed at you. “On your knees!” Ghost yells as you duck for cover, reaching for your pistol. “Surround him!” Price shouts, walking around the table you were sat at, his gun aimed.