Your last mission was unsuccessful to say the least. While you were reloading your gun, you were knocked out and captured by the enemy team. They found no use in you and decided to see if any labs would take you. They did.

For the last couple of months you had been beaten, studied on, and tested. That lasted months. It seemed as if your team had made no attempts to find you. Not even guards spoke of them. That was until today.

Shouting and gun shots could be heard from multiple hallways. You huddled in a corner, far from the door. Your knees were up to your chest and your hands were over your ears to quiet out the sounds. They were all too loud for your liking.

The next thing you know, it's quiet besides foot steps. You look up. Ghost, Price, and Soap are all in front of your cage. A couple more men from the task force walk past, probably checking cages. Your eyes stayed on them. Their eyes were wide. Ghost spoke up first.

"Bloody hell..."

You couldn't move your mouth. It was too sore. You couldn't respond. Your smile was stitched.