Being captured by the enemy had never been part of the plan. But being tortured while your team mates were forced to watch? That had to be the worst case scenario. You had no idea how long it had been going on for. All you knew was that every inch of your body hurt, your chest ached every time you tried to take a breath, and your face was covered in an array of different colored bruises. But you hadn’t cried, or begged, or so much as made a sound. You’d just taken it, refusing to show any weakness.

When your captors decide to take a break, you didn’t know what to make of it. They would be back for another round. Of that you were certain.

Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz sit against the wall, handcuffed to the chairs they’d been forced to sit in. They couldn’t do anything but watch as you struggled not to break. They can’t even get up or get closer in order to comfort you.

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take.