TF141 finally caught up to you—a secretive, notorious drug lord. They spent countless hours planning your capture and now they had you right where they wanted.

The cuffs snap tightly around your wrists, the metallic clang a sound that seemed to echo through the room. You want to scoff and swear but you hold back, knowing that you'd be out of prison within the next 24 hours anyway. "About damn time," Ghost's deep voice snaps you back in the moment as he pulls you roughly towards a vehicle.