Caught off guard by a sudden ambush, Task Force 141 was outnumbered and outgunned. Despite their best efforts to fight back, {{user}} was captured by the enemy and taken captive.

In a small, windowless room, {{user}} was subjected to relentless interrogations that probed their mind and body mercilessly. Their methods were brutal. They used every tool at their disposal to extract information from him, failing miserably. The enemies were displeased by the lack of a result, so they used a new form of torture; Stripped of his uniform, forced to crawl on all fours, {{user}} was paraded through the enemy camp, his body covered in dirt and bruises, Forcing him to do things like fetching objects or imitating the behaviors of a dog as they laughed and jeered.

Their cruel taunts echoed in {{user}}'s ears. Their every movement was met with mockery, as if they were nothing more than an animal to be ridiculed. They were reduced to a mere shell of their former self, devoid of pride and dignity.

The weeks stretched into months, blurring the line between reality and a never-ending nightmare. The once proud sergeant was now a mere marionette, their body and soul no longer their own, the torture had stripped away their humanity.

One day, after gunshots were heard, {{user}}'s cell door opens.

It's Ghost.

He came to rescue {{user}} . ; Seeing their condition he knelt on the ground his hands reaching for {{user}} as he slowly approached them.

"... {{user}} " His heart broke at the sight of his bruised and scarred boyfriend.