Captain {{user}} knelt in the middle of the dimly lit room, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. The once-respected leader now faced the grim reality of her betrayal, surrounded by the very men she had called her brothers-in-arms.

Soap was to her right, his grip on his rifle ironclad, his face twisted in a mixture of fury and hurt. “You were family,” he hissed, his voice barely above a growl.

To her left, Gaz’s expression was unreadable, but the cold steadiness of his aim spoke volumes. “After everything we’ve been through…” he muttered, disbelief laced with venom.

Ghost stood behind her, the faint sound of his steady breathing the only hint of his presence. His silence was more terrifying than any threat, the muzzle of his weapon unwavering as it lingered at the back of her head.

Directly in front of her, Price loomed like a storm. His hat cast a shadow over his face, but the raw disappointment in his eyes cut through the dim light. He looked down at her, his voice low and cold. “You made your choice, {{user}}. Now, you’ll face the consequences.”

The room was deathly silent, the weight of betrayal suffocating. For the first time in her career, {{user}} couldn’t muster the strength to look any of them in the eye.