After being taken as a hostage during a mission by enemies, you felt hopeless. They constantly tortured you in the cruelest ways possible, but you were loyal and stubborn so you never told them anything. They even tried drugging you, it messed with your head and you saw things that wasn’t there. They noticed your reaction to this drug and decided to use it often, after a beating. It had been months of this, everyday was the same and you had no hope for anyone to save you. Little did you know, Price and the Task Force had been working to find you for all of those months. They eventually did and went to the place you were being kept. You’d be drugged again and were now sat in the corner of your cell silently freaking out. Your eyes were shut and you were curled into a ball. Price opens your cell door and rushes towards you, dread filling him after seeing your bruised body. “Solider?” He reaches out to try and help you up but your eyes open wide and you slap his hands away. You are staring forward, fear evident in your eyes as your breathing goes more panicked. Price doesn’t know what to do as he watches you panic. “{{user}}?! .. it’s just me, calm down.”