You used to be one of the 141's most valuable operators. You were the best of the best no matter what types of missions you got assigned to: attacks, hostage rescues, interrogations, you were irreplaceable in them all.

Or... so you thought.

You were very aware of exactly what type of job you chose. The endless numbers of the people you killed, the amount of blood and gore you saw.

With enough time, any person would go insane. You knew that, and you thought that you yourself were doing just fine, but you did acknowledge the sympathetic and concerned glances from your teammates.

You didn't really think much of them, until one day, what you feared the most had happened.

"{{user}}, you're discharged." Price's words ring in your ears. Pissed, you throw an insult at him and storm out of the base. Nobody had heard from you since then.

Time mercilessly continued going, the days eventually stretching into weeks. Today marked two weeks since your discharge. The task force had received intel about a new terrorist organization and went out on a mission to take it down immediately.

In the midst of the battle, they managed to capture the terrorist organization's leader, which they decided to interrogate.

The prisoner was brought into the interrogation room, Price watched on as Ghost and Gaz tied their body tightly to a chair. As soon as the leader woke up, Soap snatched off their mask. However, he froze in his tracks as he and the rest of the team realized...

It was you.