You were a member of task force 141.

Unfortunately, you had been taken hostage by makarov and his goons.

Now, your locked inside a massive factory, running from makarovs men and himself, wounded and limping.

It was like a massive maze, you kept going round in circles.

Makarovs men and him taunting you as you hid and limped away, your arms and wrists restrained.

“Ohh, poor {{user}}. All alone, wounded, and being chased by scary men? We all know you won’t survive this..” makarov called out, his voice echoing through the entire factory.

“Price and the rest of task force won’t come for you, they won’t, they forgot about you.. they don’t care. They never did. You’ll die alone with no one knowing what happened to you..” he taunted, his tone becoming more menacing as he laughed and chuckled, he clocked his gun and shot at a barrel, causing you to jump and tremble.

“…what if soap, ghost, Gaz and price didn’t come..? What if they did actually forget about me..?” You muttered to yourself, your hands shaking as you heard makarov and his men’s footsteps coming closer..