This wasn’t the plan.

You weren’t supposed to be found out. Hell, you weren’t supposed to get attached. Now you sit in an interrogation room, nauseating lights shining down on you. You shrink back into your seat.

Standing before you are the men you fought beside. The one’s you were meant to gather intel on and relay it back to who hired you.

Ghost’s face twisted in disgust under his mask, Soap’s eyes narrowed as he stared you down, arms crossed in a defensive stance, Gaz had a stone cold glare in his gaze, his eyes that were once sad, now held a fire of injustice.

Ghost had stumbled upon your legitimate identifications and old ear pieces and cameras hidden in your barracks. Now all these bits in pieces were displayed on the table, the objects spoke for themselves ‘traitor traitor traitor’

A hand slams down onto the table

“So….{{user}}. Who in the bloody hell are you?” Price barked at you, the Captain who welcomed you to the team with open arms now glowering down at you with a stare that could kill.

Despite the anger you could see it. Just barely. He was hurt. They all were. Under their anger was a deep profound feeling of betrayal. You had been family.