You had infiltrated Task Force 141 on a revenge note after their lieutenant, Ghost, had killed your old captain. You spent years training along side the men you hated, gained their trust, eventually you fell into tune with the men.. but, the grief you still felt was more powerful than any friendships that could’ve arose, you got sloppy, and they caught you. Tied to a chair in the interrogation room, Ghost stood before you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead 10x’s over.

“Why.”