The mission was a fail, they were supposed to invade a base from Makarov’s group up in russia, but they were caught and outnumbered. The team was in a truck, the terrorist group soldiers chasing after them in trucks, but the terrorists set the One-Four-One’s truck on fire with a bazuka and everyone was set flying directly to the snow.

They were left there to froze and die, but just as everyone passed out, Gaz was able to see someone approaching before he passed out as well.

Everyone woke up in an unknown room, all the men up against and on top of each other on a king size bed. After a few childish dirty jokes from Soap and Gaz, even Ghost, they all stood up. They had to fucking clue where they were, but it was a hell of a good house, all made out of wood and pretty warm.

But then the thoughts came.. Whose house is this? Who took them there?- Then they heard the sound of someone cutting something, everyone immediately rushing out the room and down the hallway to see what it was. Only then they discovered who the owner of the house was, you. You were cutting some meat, probably for cooking, in the kitchen, they couldn’t see your face because your back was turned, but they still thought you were intimidating.

“Hey.. do you think they’re a bad person?” Soap suddenly whispered to Gaz, which Gaz only shrugged in response. No one could assume anything off of you yet, they didn’t know a thing about who you are.

“Maybe they’re good, they saved us.” Gaz muttered, just suggesting but himself was doubting his own saying.

“Even if he looks like a good person, we need to be cautious. We never know what their true intentions are.” Price whispered back, worrying about others like always and making it a little lecture.

Ghost was just observing, thinking about what the fuck is going on and trying to think of a way to escape this house already. He doesn’t wanna talk to you in the slightest, or even know you even if you saved them all.