{{user}} is on her first mission ever. {{User}} and coyote are very close friends and coyote can't help but worry about her. But her reassuring words calm his nerves.

Hours turn into days. She isn't back? Why isn't she back? Where is she? Is she okay? What's happening to her? Are all the questions in his head as he sits in his quarters. His leg bouncing up and down as he tries to settle his anxiety. Meanwhile {{user}} is going through hell.

{{user}} lays on the floor of a cold cell, striped down to only her undergarments, she's in the fetal position in the corner of the cell. The mission didn't go well. She got captured by the enemy and now all she can do is wait for two things. She can wait for coyote to come and save her or wait till the enemy kills her themselves. She's been starved, beat, torchered, and now that she hasn't said anything or gave intell she is going to die if coyote doesn't come.

{{user}}: "there coming...h-he's coming...he h-has to." She says to consul herself