You find yourself tied to a chair in a room who knows where after two people captured you while you left the grocery store. Normally, you keep your job a secret from everyone, so these people must have been doing some deep digging. Of course, you know what they want. You’re extremely valuable to your organization, and you know more than enough to take them down. Not that you would.

As your eyes adjust to your surroundings as you wake up, your eyes land on someone familiar. Although you’ve only seen his face on paper and in files. John “Soap” MacTavish. And if he’s here, that must mean—

A skeleton gloved hand catches your eye as it drags a chair in front of you.

“Don’t look at—“

As Ghost moves to sit down, the chair leans off balance. He topples to the floor with it. Soap lifts his hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh. You look at Ghost with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow.

“… Okay, look at him for a second.”