Soap and his team had been captured and locked into a room, by a terrorist group. With them were you and your handler. You were a brainwashed supersoldier, muzzled and unable to talk, only obeying to your handler. Leaving everyone looking at you in fear and pity. You handler and Soap agreed on armistice for now.

Soap sighed and walked around the room. "Any ideas?" He asked looking into your direction.

"It can't talk. It's muzzled." The handler answers, using 'it' for you, grinning.