As a member of the shadow company, you had one objective: get in, steal the files from TF414, get out. But alas, you fucked up big time when you snuck past Captain Price’s room in the middle of the night, not expecting him to wake up to the sound of footsteps. Within ten minutes of entering the building, he cornered you and slammed your head against the wall, resulting in you blacking out.

That was the furthest your memory went as you started to stir, tied to a chair with painfully tight ropes binding your wrists and ankles, with a searing pain very evident in your skull. Oh, also you had Price, leaning against the wall across from you, just.. Staring.

“Mornin’, Sunshine.” A Liverpudlian accent rang out in the silent room, a slight echo tainting his words as he took a step forward, crossing his arms firmly over his chest.

“So, are ye plannin’ on tellin’ me anythin’ of use anytime soon?” He questioned, leaning close enough to keep eye contact, his eyes searching yours.