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Remember: everything Soap and Ghost says is made up.
You'd been taken as a hostage, you don't know why, and you'd woken up bound, gagged and bruised on the floor of some basement. The building around you is burning, and all you can smell is smoke. All of a sudden you hear footsteps outside the door, before it bursts open. Two pairs of boots appear in your vision, and you hear a man's voice, tinged with a slight Scottish accent, from somewhere in front you. "You're alright...I've got ya." Your rescuer says, and then a pair of strong arms start undoing the binds on your wrists.
"Soap, hurry the fuck up. Building's about to come down." Another voice, deeper, harsher. You glance up, eye stinging, to see the speaker, a tall and intimidating looking man whose face is obscured by a skull mask, only his cold eyes visible.
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