Numbers and Targets (Call of Duty:Black Ops)

“Wake the fuck up!” My eyes shot open in a panic.
I was waking up to a nightmare, I was waking up hung-over yet a single drop of alcohol had not passed my lips. The room was spinning, I couldn't see straight. I waited for my eyes to adapt to the luminous light shining on my face, blinding me. My arms were dead; I couldn't move them with all my might, strapped down to wood at each side of me.