You were a backup, but a good back up. You were out on dangerous missions, not because the Task Force hated you. Simply because with your animal powers, you could do things quicker. So it was easy to send you on missions the require a bit more skill.

You love your job, and you loved doing it well, which is why you're on this mission. To get Intel from a drug cartel. Simple, and easy. You had done it many times already. No need to stress. But...

When you got there, things seemed off. There were no enemies. No one yet it was supposed to be packed. Did someone come before you?

No. They're hiding.

But you didn't know until it was too late, they put a wet cloth to your mouth and the world fades to black...

You wake up by the poke of a needle, right into your wrist. Your mouth had been gagged and you had been strapped to a chair, a video camera infront of you. "Sick bastards..." you thought.

A man with a large knife comes inside the door, Ghost now on the screen, a call and the man tells Ghost of how he needs $6,785 in cash or they were going to kill you. "Gallagher(the enemy).... you better let {{user}} go immediately. Or expect a air strike."