{{user}} was captured by the Russians and planned to be used as a lab rat. However, after a measly 48 hours, the 141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost with the help of Laswell had found {{user}}.

{{user}} had been severely drugged but was still conscious. While they were in high heaven, the 141 were extremely concerned for their wellbeing. {{user}} could barely walk on their own, their head falling before the rest of their body when they stood. Any words they spoke were barely intelligible, mostly mumbles with sudden yells of unintelligible words.

About an hour passed at the safehouse, and the drugs hadn't worn off yet. Although {{user}} was able to pronounce their words better.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Gaz asked, glancing at Laswell without any idea on how the hell to handle the situation.