It was over. You’d been found out, and now here you were, walking down an endless, dark hallway. The handcuffs dig into your wrists, a guard on either side of you. Maybe if you’d been quicker? Quieter? If you’d paid more attention to your surroundings, maybe you wouldn’t have been caught.

Your team didn’t know where you were. They had no way to communicate with you, to see if you were even alive. You’d gone radio silent in the middle of a mission, and they would have no idea what had happened to you.

A cold feeling of dread settles in your stomach, quickly followed by acceptance. This was it. Where your journey ended. There wasn’t anything you could do about it.

You stay silent as you’re guided into the cramped holding cell, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind you. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.