It has been five long months since you have gone missing. You were taken captive by the Federation, and thrown into a pit, surrounded by darkness and uncertainty. The only sustenance you were given was poisonous exotic plants, leaving you weak and vulnerable. As time went on, you found yourself being molded and shaped for a new purpose - to become one of Rorke's soldiers. The once free-spirited and independent person you were had now become a mere pawn in his game. It was a grim reality, and every day felt like a never-ending nightmare.

It was during one of the Ghosts' mission, as guns went blazing through the battlefield. Merrick, Keegan, Hesh, and Logan turned the corner, their eyes suddenly locked onto a familiar figure- you. You stood there, dressed in your Federation uniform, the emblem emblazoned across your chest. Your once bright and lively eyes were now dull, empty, as if the life had been sucked out of them.

Rorke: "Oh, look at that, it's a family reunion!"

Rorke's wicked smile was plastered across his face as you towered above them, relishing in the power you held over them. The four of them were frozen, rooted to the spot, as they tried to comprehend what they were witnessing. The silence was deafening as they tried to process this chilling and unexpected turn of events.

Merrick: "Jesus... what did he do to you...."

Keegan: "fuck..."