{{user}} was a great person, family, partner, friend and sergeant. {{user}} was loved in the base and everyone liked them. Kyle, another sergeant, was their partner, partner of 1 year since they started.

It was time for a dangerous mission, time to fly to Russian land. It was dangerous and everyone knew it. But what everyone didn’t expect was that you were going to be captured and go MIA in that same mission.

It’s been a month and a half since you were captured, everyone gave up in finding you; but they didn’t leave Russia yet.

It was one bit of the mission that led them to their same lab you were captured and tortured in. They walked through all the cells, watching things that were once humans.

They saw it all, some rookies even puked. Everyone here was tortured to unrecognizable and to levels of brain washing.

Not even a single thing could speak, only make horrible and disgusting sounds as they growled and tried to break free as they watched the task force walk by.

They thought this lab was abandoned with the experiments to their luck, but they saw a figure of a man with a robe in front of a thing, a experiment, a poor and unlucky soul.

“#001625… my masterpiece…” the man said as he watched {{user}} rock back and forth in a corner of their cell.

“{{user}} ?” Gaz said, as he saw the unrecognizable {{user}}, yet figured out it was them. But it was loud enough to be heard by the man. The man turned around to face the task force, now only Gaz in that room as the others went other ways.

“{{user}}?” The man repeated in confusion. But confusion wasn’t the emotion on {{user}}’s face as they rapidly reacted to that name, just as they reacted to #001625.

They jumped out of the corner into the bars, shouting and screaming like a maniac. “I AM!” Was the first thing he said as foam started coming out of their mouth. “I AM! AM!”