You had been on Task Force 141 for a while, well enough to know Phillip Graves and well enough to be in the current situation. Graves had finally betrayed the Task Force. You watched as he hit Alejandro upside the head with a gun and watched as Soap got shot in the arm. You went to help Soap, but Graves gave you the same treatment as he did Alejandro. The last thing you heard was Ghost telling Soap to run as you fell unconscious.

After awhile, you awoke in a secluded room, nothing inside except a dingy cot and a toilet…It was like a small prison room. Your head was pounding, and you sat down. It was silent except for the occasional murmurs and footsteps outside the concrete enclosed room. You could feel the dried blood on the side of your head and already knew there was a bruise.

The sweet silence was soon cut off when the door opened. You were ready to fight whoever came in the room but it was Graves himself and he had…food..?

“There’s my favorite Task Force member.” He coo’d as if he was talking to a child, it was demeaning. He set the food on the bed next to you. “Eat.” He nodded towards the food…What do you do now?