A rumor of a traitor, — a terrorist, Your unit initiated an intense search and interrogations. No one was found guilty, but as the search progressed, clues began to point to you.

Due to the suspicions of you, they tied you up — Your own teammates.

You woke in the interrogation room, tied to a chair. It felt odd to be on this side, with bruises aching in your arms and body.

"Ye fucking—" Soap spat before Ghost spoke out.

"Calm down, Johnny." his voice was unnaturally calm.