you were an old 141 member, accused of being a traitor you’d been tortured for days on end until graves decided to blow up your cell block and you escaped.

you ran into the abandoned and desolate building panting and sweating, you’d just ran miles away from the base whilst injured so you needed a few seconds to rest alone. Until you heard a gun cock and a gruff voice

“Hello {{user}}, running again eh?”

you former captain, John price stepped out from the shadows and chuckled deeply