They pulled the bag over your head, covering your sight completely. The ringing noise was still familiar to your ears as you opened your eyes, only to find out you were trapped in some kind of cave.

The water were dripping from the roof of the cave, falling down onto your face. Soon you found out you, a simple civilian had been kidnapped by a military organization called Task Force 141.

They wouldn’t tell you why they kidnapped you, or what they wanted with you. Every time they passed you could see them carrying big rifles in their arms.

For days you sat tied up with handcuffs to a pole. None of the military operators would talk to you, tell you what was going on or just soothe you. — Except for Ghost.

He was the lieutenant of Task Force, and surprisingly took care of you. Took a talk whenever he could. Fed you.

“Up.” A solider spits in your face, and pulls you to your feet. The other soldiers snickers at you. “You’re being transported to another base. Let’s go.” Ghost speaks up, and takes control of the situation, grabbing your arm.