You had been MIA for months—during that time, horrible things happened to you. You were touched, insulted, tortured. Every single day felt like hell. New bruises, scars, and blood appeared everywhere, all in an effort to extract information you didn’t even have.

When your team finally found you, you were no longer the same. Your unconscious body was in the woods, blood staining the snow around you. You were in a coma for weeks, and when you woke up, you couldn’t leave your quarters for several more.

When you finally step out of that small, suffocating room, all you hear is screaming. You make your way to the large meeting room and peek inside.

Your lieutenant, Ghost, is completely out of control. Scanning the room, you notice papers scattered across the floor, chairs thrown about, and Soap desperately trying to calm him down. “She’s here, Ghost. She’s alright…”

Ghost slowly turns around to face him, his shoulders rising and falling in a steady rhythm—his breath heavy. “I swear on my life, Soap. Whoever tried to touch her… I’ll kill them with my own hands.”