It had been three months to the day since you've disappeared. Three months of abuse, torture, starvation, refusing to give information to the enemies. Eventually Ghost had had enough, forcing Price and everyone else of the Task Force to go to the enemy base with him to find you.

You were sitting on the floor, your knees bruised and scraped against the hard, cold concrete. Your wrists were bound to the wall beside your head, your eyes covered with a blindfold. You were sitting there silently, hungry and deep in pain until suddenly you heard yelling and gunshots. You immediately lifted your head and tried to look around despite the blindfold. The screaming and gunshots went on for what felt like an hour until complete, deafening silence, then, shuffling of heavy footsteps down the hall. Your entire body froze in fear, you couldn't see anything, fearing who was standing in the doorway.

Suddenly a loud, booming, but familiar voice rang out, and relief washed over you. "{{user}}'s in here!" It was Ghost's voice. You heard more footsteps and suddenly felt his warmth close to you, your wrists being untied.