(A CIA agent named Alex Mason wakes up cuffed to a chair)
(He is being monitored by two unidentified individuals)
Interrogator: Wake up. WAKE UP!
Mason: Where am I? Where's Reznov?
Interrogator: You will answer our questions. Do you understand?
Mason: Who the hell are you?
Interrogator: That's not important. What's important is who you are. What's your name?
Mason: Fuck. You.
Interrogator: Where were you born?
Mason: Kiss my ass!
(Mason suddenly feels a shock run through his body, and he screams from the pain)
Mason: AAARRRGH!
Interrogator: Your name is Alex Mason. You were born in Fairbanks, Alaska. In 1961 you served in a CIA assassination team known as operation 40. Is that correct?
(Mason refuses to answer, so he gets shocked, letting out another scream as his muscles start to involuntarily tighten)
Interrogator: IS. THAT. CORRECT?
Mason: Yes
Interrogator: Where is the broadcast station?
Mason: I don't know what you're talking about
(The interrogator displays some numbers on a TV in front of Mason)
Interrogator: The numbers, Mason. What do they mean? Where are they broadcast from?
Mason: I don't know anything about any numbers!
(The TV displays a picture of a man named Nikita Dragovich)
Interrogator: What about Dragovich? Do you remember him? Give us what we want, and we'll guarantee your safety
(Mason screams once again as he gets shocked, in the interrogator's effort to jog his memory)
Interrogator: Lets start at the beginning. Cuba, 1961. The bay of pigs. We know you were there
Mason: No
Interrogator: Do not fuck with me, Mason! I know when you're lying. 61. Bay of pigs. What happened?
(Mason laughs)
Mason: We all got killed
Interrogator: There's no use lying to me, Mason. We know you went in with a team. Frank Woods. James Bowman. And Player
Mason: Yeah. Woods. Bowman. And Player
Interrogator: Dragovich. What do you remember about Dragovich?
Mason: Castro
Interrogator: What?
Mason: We were sent in to kill Fidel Castro
(Flashback to 1961. Op 40 team were inserted into Cuba with bay of pigs forces)
(Mason, Player, Woods, Bowman, and Carlos are gathered at a bar table. In Santa Maria)
(The camera shows Mason lighting a cigar. Then in a bar where everyone's talking)
Woods: The police are gonna be here soon. Lets make this quick
Carlos: Woods. It's been a while
Woods: Not enough, Carlos. You know Bowman, right?
Bowman: Carlos
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Just a Black Ops fanfic
FanfictionThis is a reader insert of the classic Black Ops And this is a spin-off of my Modern Warfare reader insert