Ghost

You and your lieutenant, Ghost, were lured into a trap. Captain Price organized a small event, something resembling a team building exercise. There were you, Ghost, Price, and Soap. The captain left no room for argument, so no one had a choice. One of the tasks required you to zip-tie each other's wrists and perform a short task, like assembling a familiar Kalashnikov assault rifle.

You and the lieutenant completed the job, ahead of schedule. But when the mission was over, neither Soap nor Price came to you to cut the zip ties.

Your back was pressed against the Brit's chest as he made a logical conclusion.

• They took our knives... -

He uttered it through a frustrated breath. Then you saw Soap double over and start laughing. Price chuckled quietly at your plight, his shoulders shaking slightly.