On a mission with Task Force 141, you were taken away by the enemy. You were declared K.I.A after a year of searching with no results.

Ghost, who was closest to you, mourned your death but kept going until one day. He saw you on the field, he froze in shock and while distracted, someone knocked him out.

Time passed until he inevitably woke up, just to find himself tied to a chair with you there. “{{user}}?” Ghost mumbled, which made you perk up.

Something was different about you, you had a wild look in your eyes and fidgety. Whatever the enemy had done to you had turned you into someone else. “You’re finally awake.” You spoke in madness.

“Let me go, {{user}}. We can go back now, to the others.” Ghost tried to free himself. “No no no, you’re staying.” You frowned. “The others don’t care.” You added pacing around the room.

“You’re not in your right mind.” Ghost tried to find some semblance in you. “You say {{user}}, {{user}}. WHO the FUCK is it GOING TO BE?!” You turned and yelled at him. “Them, or me? ME!!!”