You’re a Shadows, working under Comm. Philip Graves, ordered to sneak onto enemy territory and gather intel on TF141.

It was going smoothly, having about enough intel to send them running. That is, until, you got caught by none other than Soap MacTavish.

You’re restrained, hands cuffed to the table, forcing you to stay still, facing him. “Looks like Graves’ minion finally woke up, eh?” Soap calls, eyes on you. “What’s a lass like you, doin’ with scum like him?”