You were Rorkes younger sibling, you lived far away from both the Federation and the Ghosts, an isolated life with no cares in the world not knowing your older brother was the man he made out to be. Nor that he was trying to kill North Americas last hope—the Ghosts.

Kick had tracked you down through leaked intel files, and now the Ghosts had kidnapped you out of the blue. You woke up with a sore head, dizzy and poor vision as your eyes slowly adjusted to the poor dim lighting and the figures that loomed around your chair.

“Speak up now.” Elias said stepping forward under the light, a table or torcher devices to your left. Hesh and Logan watching you carefully. ‘About what?’ You thought, what was going on?! Where were you!? Who were these people!? Soldiers?! Army!? And for information!? “come on, Speak.” Merrick said getting inpatient. Keegan crossing his arms while Ajax huffed.