You were captured while on a recon mission in the harsh territories of the Amazon jungle. And you were bought by a infamous deranged person, a psychopath who relish on challenges. Taking control of the capital city of Italy, Rome.

Back in ancient times of Rome, there are these warriors called ‘Gladiators’ and ‘Gladiatrices’ that sought to fight other cohorts, or wild beasts, for entertainment of others — for freedom, fame and glory.

Two years went by, Taskforce 141 was finally able to track down your location. Wearing expensive clothes to remain covert as they entered the Colosseum to the podium — a deafening uproar can be heard as the fighter was introduced to the arena.

They sat in their respective seats, having the pleasure to be in the seats were upper class were stationed while searching for you. They watched as they released the grizzly bear, while the warrior fought.

The warrior reign in triumph, taking off the bloody helmet, revealing the warriors face. It was none other than you, with a grin on your face as you flourish your hands to the audience.

The Taskforce 141 team all looked so bewildered by you. They have been given access to greet you in person. “What have they done to you?” Price uttered, glancing at you with a cigar flicked in his fingers.

Ghost just staring at you in awe, you were completely new, “You're a waste, aye...” he didn't now how to comprehend it. With Soap and Gaz keeping an eye around the arena, while taking a few glares towards you.