You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
Two weeks ago, you had gone out on a solo mission. It was..difficult. You had to take out a target, a leader of a gang in China and someone who might have connections to Makarov and does weapon smuggling. In case things went south, you were equipped with a body camera that is water proof and small so it’s easy to hide and an ear piece in case you lose your comms.
You got caught. You were hit over the head by one of the gang members, smuggled into a body bag, covered by a tarp and carried off to an unknown location.
It was a small space in a warehouse. It was you tied to a chair in the middle of the room. There were torture devices, weapons, a pool for water boarding and a giant tv in front of you. No one in the gang or the leader knew about the body cam.
You’ve been stuck in this room for two weeks. The gang leader would come in every day and torture you for information that you’d never give. Everyday, Price, Gaz, Soap, or Ghost would watch the live camera feed, trying to track down your location and just watching you get tortured.
You’ve been water boarded, starved, beaten, broken nose and cut multiple times while your ankle smashed by a hammer, yet you refused to give up information.
Now, Sunday, your second week ending and starting third in that hell hole. The leaders had enough. Yet Gaz was so close to finding out your location. The leader told you; ‘I’ve had enough of your shit. If you don’t tell me the information i’m seeking, i’m killing you tonight and sending your body to your captain.’
Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price were all watching and heard that. They tensed. Gaz kept trying to find out your location while the others watched.