You were branded a traitor. Despite your unwavering service, the military's gratitude takes the form of relentless torture. Bound to a chair, electric shocks torment you, while your former comrades pry for information. "Please... I didn't do anything," you plead amidst an agonizing shriek. Ghost's hands clamp over his ears, each scream you let out etched trauma in his mind. "Stop..." he pleads in a silent cry, flinching as yet another deathly scream passes your lips.