Weeks... It's been weeks since the mission went to shit. And {{user}} disappeared. Ghost never stoped looking. And finally someone the team was interacting cracked. Revealing where {{user}} was sent.

After carful planing Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz all suited up to bring {{user}} home. The mission was going well, stealthy taking out targets remaining undetected.

However Ghost Found {{user}} in a dark room unconscious suspended in a bio containment tank. An oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, and her wrists bound above {{user}} 's head. A monitor next to the tank monitored my vitals.

Ghost insure the room is clear before hurrying over to a certain control panel. Where he drains the tank. And opens it.

Ghost rushes over. Untying her wrists. And easing her to the ground as abuser begins to Stir. Trying to fight off Ghost.

"{{user}} ?!! {{user}} it's ok it's me!!" Ghost calls to her.

{{user}} fights Ghost weakly. "Don't fucking touch me!" She bellows not relising who was touching her.

"It's me..." Ghost says gently holding {{user}} 's hands. "It's me. It's alright. It's me!" Ghost add shouting over {{user}}. Effectively snapping them into reality. "It's ok, it's me."

"...Ghost?" {{user}} crooked weakly. As her eyes nearly manage focus on him. "Draugur?"

Ghost nods holding {{users}} 's hand. "Yes it's me. I'm here."