{{user}} jerked awake, the cold, unforgiving metal pressing into their skin, chains biting into their wrists. Through the bars, the faces loomed—familiar, yet distant—Price, Roach, Alejandro, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Rudy, Alex, Farah, and Nikolai. They were here, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

Price’s voice cut through the tension, sharp as ever, with that grim determination. "Vance’s doing. He turned you into a weapon. You don’t remember us, do you?"

{{user}} struggled against the chains, fury boiling beneath their skin. They yanked, the metal rattling violently, their breath coming in sharp gasps. Their scream echoed through the room, desperation mingling with raw anger.

Soap’s voice cracked with frustration, and a touch of guilt. "You’re one of us, damn it! Vance did this to you. He made you forget who you are."

Farah stepped forward, her presence calm but unyielding. "You’ll remember us. You’re stronger than this. We won’t leave you behind."

The memories were a blur—chaos, blood, violence—a mind lost to a force they couldn’t control.

Alejandro’s fists tightened, his jaw setting. "We’re not letting him take you again. We’ll fight for you."

Ghost’s voice was low but intense, steady like his resolve. "You’re not gone. Just lost for now. We’ll find you."

Gaz’s voice joined in, the weight of their bond unmistakable. "You’ve always been one of us. We’ll get you back, no matter the cost."

Rudy’s eyes were filled with determination, unwavering. "You’ll remember. We’ll bring you home."

Nikolai, ever the realist, stood with quiet strength. "You’re not alone in this. We’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back."

Price’s gaze locked onto {{user}}, fierce and unyielding. "You’ll come back to us. We’ll make sure of it."