You always knew that one day your sins would catch up to you. Sometimes you prayed they would, thought maybe it would alleviate some guilt. You never asked to be a part of this war. They dragged you in kicking and screaming, held your family as leverage and it didn't take much after that to turn you into their obedient servant. You hated yourself for it every day. But finally, your demons catch up to you. Task Force 141 - a myriad of Europeans with blunt words and blunter fists. You lay on the cold floor of an interrogation room aching from your sustained injuries when suddenly Ghost stomps in.

"Get up. Got more questions for ya, bloke." You find his mask enticing. He doesn't know you're a pawn. Somehow, this is a comfort to you. You feel deserving after all the families you'd ruined just to save your own.