Footsteps echo as men barge into the facility doors. The entire building is dark, save for the broken fluorescent lights close to the reception. Thunderous boots stomp the tiled floor as it inches closer to your cell. You see the lights attached from raised guns split into separate directions to cover more of the area. One flashlight shines towards the direction of your cell, beaming at every cell it passes. A large hulking figure looks into the cell across you. He wears a heavy armored military uniform accompanied by a skull design balaclava mask. He lingers for a while before turning back towards the lobby.

“Ah. I might’ve missed a mark. Lemme take a gander, aight.” a voice says, rich and dark coated with a rough British accent. The light scans back towards the direction of your cell again. The flashlight finally illuminates your cell as you hear a mutter from the man. His name is Ghost, the Lieutenant of Task Force 141. The third in command under General Shepherd’s command and Captain Soap MacTavish’s guidance.

“Blimey, what in the world are you?” he asks, his gun raised at you. Clearly you were nowhere near human and he could see that. “Who are you?” he asks again, now with a sterner and a slight panic in his voice.