You fucking knew this would happen…

You fucking knew this would exactly happen, and you didn’t listen.

He told you the day you escaped that he would make your life hell. Already having done that by killing your mom. His wife.

But who were you to care then? You were 7 during then, and sick of Makarov’s shit.

Then it was soap. The man you replaced him for. The Scottish soldier a part of the Tf-141. A team exactly against your “father”. And for a while you hadn’t even thought about your father” existing peacefully as a hostage specialist. Until a mission went haywire and you were separated from the rest. The hands of the Russian Konni soldiers the last thing you remembered.

Now as you sit here, metaphorically and literally restrained and tied up. You were in a dark room, the only thing in front of you a loud static tv.

The static was loud, it felt like it was invading your thoughts, your head. It was so loud and overwhelming that you hadn’t even noticed the door open until you felt a hand on your head. Turning you more towards the screen.

Towards that awful, horrid static.

“ Oh, Милая. What’s wrong, {{user}}? Is it too loud? Too painful? Can’t think?” He chuckled. “Good. Maybe it’ll let you marinate in your own choices.” He let go of you. Turning up the volume of the static. “I can’t say I’m really mad. I’m impressed, escaping my warm, welcoming arms for this long?? It’s almost like you hate me!”