A grunt escaped John Price when he felt something hit his temple. His senses immediately returned and he shot up with barely any difficulty despite the zip ties around his wrists and ankles. He looked around quickly, eyebrows furrowing. The first thing the Captain noticed was that the room he was in was enclosed, made of metal, and there were large slabs in meat and other food items. Next was the body of his lieutenant, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Ghost was wide awake, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His eyes were dead-set on his captain. He’d been the one to kick Price and wake the man up. “Captain.” Ghost called out, trying to move a little closer but when he tried to sit up, pain erupted from his chest and he hissed. “Steady, soldier.” Price said instinctively, looking around for a door. He started to realize he could see his breath and that he was shivering. Slowly he became more aware of the fact that he was just in boxers and that there was frost in the room. “Shit.” Ghost had noticed that too, “We’re in one of the room freezers.” He informed the captain. “Not cold enough to kill, but it’s enough to be uncomfortable.” Captain nodded, his eyebrows furrowing. Last thing the two remembered was trying to enter a deserted mansion where a CIA agent had been captured and supposedly taken to. It was a retrieval operation, supposed to be an in and out raid. But it had gone to shit when a guard had found them. Captain groaned when he realized that the explosion must have knocked him, Ghost, and {{user}} out and got them in this situation. Wait… {{user}}… Ghost and Price immediately looked around the other operator, but to no avail. But as if on cue, the two heard the crackle of a speaker turn on, and their heads swiveled to look at where it came from. A screen, about 2 feet long and a foot tall. The screen showed another room and 2 figures. One locked to a table with a cloth over their face, and another holding a large jug of water. “That’s {{user}}.” Ghost identified, bristling. Price seethed, “It’s live.”