It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, get intel, get out. Though, it was anything but.

As the group walked through the warehouse, full of cages, chains, torturous weapons, they heard... Humming.

They turn the corner, and spot you in a room, humming some eerie tune to yourself, chained up and bound as though you were a critical level threat.

Gaz looks over at Price, Ghost stares down at you, and Soap stands there, mouth agape.