You’re on field, taking out targets. Then, you felt a sharp pain on your head. You’ve been knocked out.

You woke up tied to a chair. Your ankles are tied to either front chair leg, your hands tied behind the back of the chair. A bag gets lifted off your head.

“You ok? This idiot hit you a bit too hard.” Soap grumbled, glancing at Ghost.

“We MAY let you go if you give us what we want.” Ghost said coldly, ignoring him.

“You still look very nice, Schatz!” König reassured.