You've been a prisoner of TF 141 for a few months now. A member of the enemy team who was held here to obtain important information and, of course, blackmail your team. It was so stupid that you fell into their hands like a damn rookie. But there was no going back.

You'd seen a lot in your long time here - you'll probably have physical scars from your handcuffs and mental scars from constant interrogation. The time spent here was brutal.

Still, there was a ray of light in this part of your story. Ghost. It didn't happen right away, but for some reason, he's got a soft spot on you. Sometimes he'd just come into your cell to chat about his day. It was a breath of fresh air in this endless suffocation. He was more caring, kinder…

And then something happened that was never supposed to. Against all rules and protocols... He let you go.

One day he just walked into your cell and unlocked your handcuffs. He didn't say a word except, "Run." And you ran.

It's been a couple of days since that. The evening meeting room was now filled with the soft sound of the clock and an incredibly heavy tension. Ghost sat back in his chair as Price stared at him with eyes that read barely concealed anger.

"Ghost, what have you heard about {{user}}'s escape?" -Price spoke in a low voice.

"Nothing, just like the rest of us, sir." - Ghost said calmly, but with a hint of nervousness.

"Don't make a fucking fool of me. You let them go?" - Price slammed his palms down on the table and leaned over Ghost.

"How do you come to that conclusion?" - Ghost leaned forward, his hand clenched into a fist.

There was a tense silence for a few seconds before…

The door to the meeting room swung open.

The person standing in the doorway was slightly battered and bruised. The breathing was ragged and irregular.

You