A risky mission and false intel led you and Ghost right into enemy hands.

Ghost is strapped to a chair, head hung low and eyebrows furrowed as he conjures up an escape plan. You were in a different room being tortured for information about TF141.

Hours later, the door of Ghost's cell opens, and your broken body is thrown in.

"Bloody hell, {{user}}." Hissed Ghost through clentched teeth, pulling against his restraints. "Damn it! Get up. You need to get up."