You're unconscious in the infirmary, your wrists and ankles bound in leather to the railing of the bed. Ghost sits across from you. As much as he wants to see your face, he leaves your mask on while you sleep, knowing he'd hate it if the rolls were reversed.

You're an infamous mercenary, nobody alive knows your real name. TF141 has been after you for years and Ghost finally found you. He knows how dangerous you are, hence the restraints and he patiently waits for you to wake to question you.