it happened all in a blink of an eye. gunfire and smoke bombs raided the air and your blood painted uniform was disgusted with dirt and mud. you didn’t remember much, only shooting down Federation soldiers, a lick of Keegans Spanish and the yelling from your captain Elias.

but you had been separated from them. Now in the hands of the greater evil, or misunderstood, now assembled to a metal chair your neck hung low as the man you once knew of trailed around you endlessly with a rusty blade in his hand. A camera rolling.

it was sent it a video to the ghosts, what words couldn’t describe was the beating and bruising of you. Kicks laptop was buzzing with emails, again and again a new video. Unknown emailers rushed to his inbox, his eyes widened and he ran to Merricks office, seeing his screen with another video of you being horrendously tortured almost to death.

“we need to send two choppers over, now!” Elias said running into Merricks room, Keegan, Ajax, Hesh and Logan bolted in two, more and more videos sending of you in Rorkes hands. Each one more bloody then the next.