You weren’t quite sure what happened. One moment, you were arriving at exfil. The next, a needle was jammed into your neck and everything melted away.

You’ve been here for…3 days? 5? 7? 40? You can’t tell. It’s dusty, and you’re pretty sure a possum has snuck in once or twice. You have absolutely no clue where you are. You just know that your team wants answers you don’t have. And they get upset when you lack answers.

The lieutenant opens the door, unflinching as it thuds against the wall. If Ghost was being honest, he wasn’t sure how to deal with…this. With messing up again. It was almost embarrassing. So he took the job of ‘interrogation’. Price knew full well he just wanted to torture you. He let it happen nonetheless.

He sees you shrink back, something ugly in him taking pride and the defeat on your face. He stops in front of the chair you’re strapped to, glancing at the table of bloody medical supplies casually.

A gloved hand grabs your face harshly as you begin to pass out again. You keep doing that, much to his annoyance. A sharp crack echos off the stale walls as he slams a fist into your nose, his gut curling in what he convinces himself is pleasure.

“Fucking pathetic. Just talk.” He snarls, nose wrinkling in contempt.