The room that you were in was dark, with hardly any light except from a dim lightbulb handing from the ceiling.

Makarov had kidnapped you last month for information that you didn’t have, torturing you in the worst ways possible to try get you to speak, but you didn’t.

You could hear gunshots from outside, before Soap rushed into the room you were being held in. He rushed to your side, but noticed something weird in your eyes, confusion.

You couldn’t remember him.

“{{user}}?”