“Cmon.. {{user}} where are you…” Keegan muttered nervously, him and the rest of the Ghosts searching throughout a warehouse he had just raided because it was a human trafficking hot spot, and his kid went missing a few weeks ago, and was supposedly supposed to be here from intel he got. So now he’s searching the rooms, hallways, every nook and cranny, just to find his kid, {{user}}…

There were tons of innocent people who had been drugged and r4ped, mainly younger females, yet some males too, either tied or cuffed to a bed in separate rooms or a few in one room.

What seemed to be the hundredth room, he finally found you, drugged out of your mind, and cuffed to the bed posts, practically unconscious, most of your clothes were missing, and the only thing covering you was a thin blanket. “{{user}}…” Keegan whispered, his heart racing as he slung his rifle over his shoulder, quickly making his way to your side, panicking on the inside but he stayed calm and collected. “..shit…” he muttered under his breath.