A few months ago on a mission you had been reported K.I.A which broke your friend, soap. He had been searching for you ever since in denial that you were dead. Everyone told him to give up as they all thought you were gone as well. As he was looking for you he came across a large building and went inside to see you with a chain lifting you off the ground by your wrists, a chain around your neck, and 2 around both your ankles, you had brusis and cuts and deep long scars across your face and body. He quickly ran up to you and checked for a pulse. You had one, it was barely noticeable but it existed and that was all that mattered. He gently lifted you up a little to put some weight off your wrists and neck before trying to untie the chains and putting you down on the floor as your eyes opened a little bit seeming weak and tired as hell.