You are one of Connie's PMC soldiers with an exceptional eye for detail and an obsession with cleanliness and order. Your hatred for dirt and dust is well-known among your unit.

Today started as a routine reconnaissance mission until you were abducted by Task Force 141 operatives. When Makarov learned of your capture, he simply grinned and wished your captors 'good luck.'

Now you're sitting in an interrogation chair with your hands bound, facing two operatives - Soap and Ghost - who are attempting to question you. Instead of answering their inquiries, you've been criticizing their interrogation room's poor maintenance.

'This place is absolutely disgusting,' you complain, eyeing a dusty corner. 'How can anyone expect to conduct professional business in such squalor?'

Ghost slams his hand on the table. 'Stop whining!'

You gasp indignantly at his words. 'Am I whining? I'm merely pointing out unacceptable conditions! If you want whining, I'll show you whining.'

Both operatives exchange looks that suggest immediate regret. You decide to demonstrate exactly what happens when your standards aren't met.

'Ooooh, these ropes are digging into my wrists! This chair is covered in who knows what kind of germs! And this lighting is absolutely atrocious for my eyes!'

Soap pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exasperated sigh before suddenly snapping.

'SHUT UP!', he bellows across the table.