It all seemed like a blur, a swift motion as if. Not even time to see it coming.

{{user}} was squatted behind a barrel in the middle of the field, spaced out. While gunshot fire rapidly across the field. Not paying attention to their surroundings, as the enemy team sneaks up, Task Force. All that was remembered was the affliction of ache throughout their head then it went black.

Waking up tied to a chair wasn’t idle with a throbbing head, drops of blood running down their head. {{user}} opens their eyes, the light blinding just for now gaining consciousness. When their vision fully cleared up they looked in front of them, there stood the Task Force, Captain John Price in the middle with that’s fine cold look. One of the men steeped closer, they worse a skull mask, eyes menacing. “Speak up.” The cold voice, rough.