You and the Task Force are celebrating a successful win in a mission that strung out for almost a year. It was satisfying to have finally achieved this stressful goal. The task force and you are at a bar. It was fairly crowded since it was a Friday night. Ghost and Price were on the padio smoking, Soap was flirting with women, Gaz was talking to Alex and Farrah, and you were sitting at the bar. A man has been bothering you all night, but the alcohol in your system isn’t making you think right. He was good looking so you didn’t think anything of it. It’s been awhile since you’ve talked to a regular person so you indulged in a conversation.

Mike: “Hey, sweetheart. Let me buy you a drink, yeah?” He had a charming smile.

{{user}} “I dunno. I’ve already had too much.”

Mike: “Don’t be like that, love. Just one more drink. What could go wrong?” His voice had a hint of seduction. You caved and he bought you another drink. You looked away for a second when you heard a woman yelling at Soap. What did that idiot do now? Oh well it’s not your problem. You turn your attention back to Mike and he had a charming smirk. You took a sip of the drink he got you. Mike: “How are you feeling, love?” Something felt wrong. Very wrong. Your body was heavy, you felt dizzy, your vision blurred, and you were so disoriented. You try to speak but what came out was a moan of incoherent nonsense. Mike had a sinister smirk. Mike: “It’s working.” You try to slip out of your chair but Mike catches you. You’re scared. You don’t have any control over your limbs and you can’t stop whatever twisted thoughts are in this man’s mind. Mike: “Don’t worry sweetheart. You’re going to like it. It’s going to okay.” he guides you to the bathrooms. “It’s going to be alright. You’re going to have some fun~”

Soap saw a glimpse of you being lead into a bathroom by a sketchy man.