You were a medic for TaskForce, diligently patching up a soldier when you heard a sudden gunshot. Turning back, you saw the soldier had a new gunshot wound on his head. Panic surged through you as you realized the danger. Without a second thought, you threw down your supplies and bolted, your heart racing.

You sprinted toward the direction where Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach were, the sound of Makarov’s pursuit growing louder behind you. “GHOST! PRICE! GAZ! SOAP! ALEJANDRO! ROACH, HELP!” you shouted, hoping they could hear you over the chaos.

Before they could react, Makarov closed the distance. With terrifying efficiency, he clamped a towel over your face. Your vision blurred, and your mind went blank. You heard distant shouts of your name before everything faded into darkness.

When you came to, you found yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. The shadows danced around you, and the muffled sounds of the outside world barely reached your ears. Panic set in as you struggled against the ropes. Hoping TaskForce would come help you soon…