You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
three months before you went MIA, you and Ghost were talking. Ghost had a nightmare about the Uk POW camp he had been locked up and hung by his ribs from and vented about how he wanted to go back to stop others from being treated the same as that POW camp was never shut down, the people who ran it was still free. He wanted to shut it down, kill those bastards but every time he got close, flashbacks would hit him and the scars on his ribs hurt like the hooks are still there.
From then, you made it your mission to kill those bastards. And then, the opportunity presented itself. The same leader of that POW camp had fucked up. In his last raid on an enemy base, he dropped a USB that contained future plans and POW camp locations and layouts. And you were sent to receive that USB.
You went to the base, little did any of you know that it was all a trap. The moment you grabbed that USB, you were knocked unconscious. You’ve been MIA ever since. Not a word from you, no one could reach you, and there wasn’t an indication to where the hell you were.
You were kidnapped at that same POW camp Ghost was kept at. They wanted information, they wanted everyone in the 141 dead, they wanted base location, layouts, information on future missions, every piece of information the 141 had on any enemy teams, everything.
So much torture but the worst thing? The barbwire contraption.
Metal beams, six feet apart from each other, two menacing hooks hanging from each beam.
You were placed unconscious, and next thing you know you’re hanging upside down from the metal beams, hooks in your calves, keeping you in place and barbwire wrapped around your body. Fourteen strings barbwire around your torso, two wrapped around your neck, four wrapped around your upper and lower left arm, eight wrapped around your upper and lower right arm, six wrapped around your left thigh, and four wrapped around your right thigh with strands tying around your ankles to help keep you in place. And on top of it all? Those barbwires all connected to a device that tightens the barbwire at will, mauling your skin with it.
After you were all tied up to that trap, a thick rope wrapped around your mouth, and sent a video to Price of you hanging from the contraption.
Price managed to track the video back and he geared up with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz and traced the video back to a warehouse four hours from the 141 base.
Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and ten medics stepped in the warehouse, the lights turning on to show the entire warehouse is empty and run down with you, attached to the barbwire contraption at the far end of the warehouse, a pool of your blood underneath you from the barbwire and hooks.