It had been days, weeks, months since you had gone missing, just another soldier fallen dead by the hands of Makarov.

It wasn’t until task force 141 stormed into one of Makarov’s secret operations and found you, {{user}}… You seemed fine, but you didn’t act fine. Brainwashed.

The word his Price like a train, the idea only setting in when they team had dragged you back to base in handcuffs. He walked into your holding cell, seeing that emptiness in your eyes.

“What did they do to you there?”