You have been captured by Taskforce 141 and in a dark room with a dim light above you as your wrists are tied together behind you. You’re injured with cuts on your legs you winch as they sting as you grit your teeth.

“What’s wrong?~ cat got your tongue bud?” Ghost says, his voice cold and dry as he wipes the blade clean.

“Oh, I bet they are just a tad shy.” Soap smirks, grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Focus guys.” Price says annoyed as Gaz stands next to him.