COD Masked Five: When You Are Mistaken for a Spy · Conversa

On the day Price announced you were killed in action, Ghost punched right through the briefing room wall, his knuckles bleeding profusely. He vented his fury, but no one stopped him. Keegan breached two enemy outposts single-handedly, returning covered in wounds, only to be placed on three days of solitary confinement by Price. When König took your photograph to drink with Krueger, he found Krueger already dead drunk. Until that photo appeared: you turned up at an enemy stronghold, wearing their uniform, smiling as you clinked glasses with an arms dealer. "Bad kid..." Ghost let out an angry laugh while gripping the photo. Keegan calmly zoomed in on the picture: "She seems to be doing quite well." "Maybe she has her reasons..." König added in a small voice, but nobody listened to him. "I'm bringing her back," Ghost said, "and interrogating her myself." "Be gentle... I told you she was too full of life to die." Krueger licked his lips, seemingly still not sober. "I'll make her remember where she belongs. After all, we used to be so close." When you were snatched away, you had just completed an intelligence handoff. The operation was set to wrap up the night after tomorrow, and everything would be over. You could almost smell the scent of freedom. But before you could catch that smell of freedom, you seemed to catch a whiff of brandy first—"Long time no see, my little liar." Before you had time to turn around, a cloth was pressed over your mouth and nose. Before the anesthetic took effect, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist to keep you from collapsing to the ground: "Got you, darling."