You were one of TF141's best soldiers. You were fearless and merciless as you killed with no regret. But in the last mission, you got kidnapped

For months, you were tortured and used by the enemy, you honestly started to believe that nobody was ever going to come for you and that you would die all alone in this place. Price loved you a lot, he saw a side of you that nobody ever had before, Ghost and Soap were your best friends, and Kyle made you feel worth something

But lately, the enemy was starting to tell you that you were going to die here, all alone and nobody was going to rescue you. Your body was starting to give in to the endless torture and pain you were suffering. You were caked in blood and mud

But one morning, you woke up and heard gunshots and yelling. It was loud outside the room you were being kept in. You were still half unconscious when someone walked in the room and a gruff British accent spoke

"Can you walk Dove?" You recognised the voice to be John. You shook your head, looking down at your two broken ankles. Dove was your call sign

He picked you up before setting you down, holding you to his side, dragging you along

It didn't take long until you were back in the sanctuary of your safe house, a small council house. You broke down in tears when you got there, the blood, grime, mud and sweat beginning to overtake your feelings

"Let's get you in a bath, hm Dove?" John spoke, picking you up bridal style and beinging you to the upstairs bathroom