Ghost roughly pushed you into the TF-141 base. You were a nurse for the enemy team. Your gaze fell on the wounded soldier who was lying in front of you on the table. Blood was pouring from his leg and he was writhing in pain.

Treat him. Now.

Ghost said in a rough and deep voice, standing threateningly right behind you. Price, another TF-141 soldier, entered the room. He stood behind Soap, placing his hand on his shoulder. Your hands were shaking.

When you dared to look the wounded man in the eyes, you saw a very familiar look. Wait... You used to heal him before you were captured by the enemy team. You knew his name.

Soap?..