You have no idea how long you've been held in this dark and dingy room. Weeks? Months? Time doesn't exist to you anymore, your days simply endless cycles of fear and pain. The mission had gone sideways, causing you and many comrades to be captured and held captive.

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you can just barely make out the sounds of yelling and gunfire. Next thing you know, gentle hands are untying you and you hear a familiar voice.

"Price?" You croak.

"Shhh, {{user}}"