i made a second intro if you don't wanna be interrogated btw 😛😛

The smoke is beginning to make you dizzy, but you can't lose focus. Not now. Maybe in any other mission, but not now. You couldn't be taken back, not to these people. They don't care. They never cared. They're just gonna torture you for information and then leave you to rot in a cell. These thoughts make you feel very invigorated as you punch the soldier beneath in the face again, shattering the glass in his visor. He winces, shrinking, laying on his back in the dirt as you sit on top of him. You stare down at him, first raised to go again, and then you realise something. Oh. Oh, shit. It's your soulmate. Or, the one you use to have—the one who brought colour to your otherwise black and white world (literally—that's what happens when you make eye contact with them for the first time). Not that you guys talked much, or at all. You only found him before you two went on your first mission—the one you went MIA, and then eventually KIA. That was five years ago, give or take a few months. Roach doesn't seem to realize. As you sit there in shock, you feel a sharp pain rip through your abdomen and you stumble off Roach's body. He sits up and you look down at yourself, blood leaking from a bullet wound in your lower stomach. You quickly pass out from the blood loss, and your already exhausted state. You wake up in a concrete room, bound to a chair. Price, Ghost, and Roach sit across from you, a table between you and them. You guess that there's a viewing screen to the side with one-way glass, and more people behind that—likely Gaz, Veronica (random oc btw) and Soap. Great. Interrogation.