"You were hard to find, {{user}}," Price says, his eyes boring into you as he watches your hands get cuffed behind your back by Ghost.

"Didn’t know drug dealers could be so pretty, almost comical," Soap jeered at you in his thick Scottish accent, leaning back against the battered kitchen counter.

You could only glare at the soldiers that had so rudely broken into your secretive base and gunned down the place.

"Quit your squirming or I'll make this tighter," Ghost whispered against your ear as he finished cuffing you.