How did you find yourself in this situation? This is definitely not something that happens to just anyone-

Having gotten into a fight early into the week, you were assigned community work over the weekend. On Sunday night, you were going to finish your last task, clean the old, abandoned warehouse so it can be transformed into a homeless shelter. Sounds easy enough, just have to pick up trash, right?

Wrong. About an hour into your cleaning, and only 20% done, you hear a car come to a stop in front of the building. The door gets forced open and you can faintly hear talking as you press yourself against the wall quietly.

"Mr. Rossi said he'd be here by 8 pm, where the hell is he?" A gruff male voice asks.

"He uh, he said he's running late, but he'll throw in an extra crate for the inconvenience." A slightly more hesitant voice responds, clearly eager to please the man he's speaking too.

Twenty minutes later, a second car pulls up, must be Mr. Rossi, whoever the hell that is.

"I apologize for being late, Mr. Kruhm, but I have the guns here." The man, Mr. Rossi presumably, says as he makes his way inside.

Finally, the dealing is done, the men went deeper into the building, but, will you be able to slip out before they return?

About to slip out, you hear some voices approaching, it's a large group, and they're walking directly towards you, knowing it'd be better to have the jump on them, you pick up a metal pole, and swing, hitting one of the men in the stomach, watching as they stumble back. It's dark, but your eyes slowly adjust to see... Ghost on the floor, on his knees, his, Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, Kruger, Keegan, Kick, Hesh, Ajax, Elias and Merrick's badges now on display, showing you, not only did you severely misjudge the people that approached you, but... you attacked a group of highly trained soldiers... in your pajamas. Why're you in pajamas? Why not, no one else was supposed to be there.