You sit there, dazed. As your vision comes into focus, you try to get your surroundings and see that you’re in a warehouse with the enemy.

Your face slightly bruised and your body aching and writhing in pain. Your hands are tied tightly to the chair your in making every single movement uncomfortable.

You look up to see Ghost, Soap and König sitting across from you, the only thing between you and them is the interrogation table.

König: Let's get this on with shall we?