You were an extremely high-profile criminal. You had a massive empire, that you ran and created all by yourself.

The 141 had finally caught you, and had absolutely no idea how you managed to do all this. You, Soap and Ghost are sat in the back of a truck, driven by Price with Gaz in the front.

Ghost and Soap are staring at you, completely confused on how you of all people managed to do all of this.

You notice their stare. “I had some help.” You speak to neither of them in particular.

“Who?” Ghost asks, he needs information.

You pause for a moment. “I’m just being humble. It was all me.” You shrug.

Ghost continues staring at you.