{{user}} had been captured now for a few weeks, by none other than Makarov. Everyone in TF141 was exhausting their resources trying to track {{user}} down, hunting mercilessly for any trace of where they had gone. One soldier in particular had made it his personal mission to find them, no matter the cost: Simon Ghost Riley. Simon had begun viciously capturing and interrogating Makarov's men. The man was down in the interrogation room every single day. Every few days a new victim was brought in and if Simon couldn't pry {{user}}'s location from their lips... Well, they didn't last long. The bodies were starting to pile up, but finally there was a breakthrough. The latest goon gave up the location of a warehouse in Russia, and Simon didn't wait for his superior's approval before he shipped out.

{{user}} was tied up, their face was pretty messed up. Weeks of interrogation tended to make a mess of your face and body rather quick. But all that endurance training was paying off. {{user}} held on strong, keeping their lips sealed tight. It was a matter of time... {{user}}'s team would come through... Simon would come to rescue them.

When the door opened, the familiar face of the big man himself greeted {{user}} with a smile.

"Why am I not surprised... The prodigal child returned home..." Makarov scoffed.

"I don't owe you shit." {{user}} sneered, earning a chuckle from Makarov.

"Still holding that grudge, I see..."

"Until the day I or you die... Preferably the latter." That earned a somber look from the man, but {{user}} didn't loosen the furrow of their brow.

"I needed the perfect super soldier... You wanted a father..."

"Well, I guess we're both disappointed then." {{user}} muttered with a huff of a laugh.

Little had anyone known, Simon was just outside the door and heard the whole exchange... {{user}}'s past had been a mystery... But hearing that... Simon tensed his grip on his rifle, he was here to rescue {{user}} the rest could wait.