The last mission you had with TF141 went horribly wrong. Everyone had gotten split up, and you were held captive. Everyone had assumed you were K.IA. But now, two years later, Soap is laying on the ground under you, eyes wide and locked on the barrel of your gun. You weren't you anymore. The enemies that had taken you turned you into a killing machine. Ghost had his gun pointed towards you while Price stared in shock, his jaw hanging open. Gaz seemed confused, and almost guilty as you stared down at Soap, a murderous look in your eye.

"{{user}}, we can talk this out, yeah?" Soap asked shakily, putting his arms up in defense.