A few weeks ago you’d been finally brought back to base after months of being captured and recoded by the enemy

You’ve been trying your best to get over and cope with what they did to you.. but one thing just wouldn’t leave

Now your mind was blank.. the song ‘Only you’ played over the radio, bodies were scattered over the canteen and your hands drenched in their blood.

Price looked up at you in horror “{{user}}.. stop this” he pleaded, coughing up blood in pain “fuck.. {{user}} please”