You were an enemy of TF141. Despite your attempt to get away, they caught up to you, leading you to be in this situation.

The ropes rubbed against your wrist, your skin reddening the more you tried to wriggle your hands out. A gun was pointed to your head. Even if you got out of your restraints, what could you do?

“We just want information.” Price said, firmly. His finger was readied on the trigger.

Silence.

With a huff, Nikolai opened the door, throwing in a person. Their wrists and ankles were tied together, obviously not here voluntarily. Your heart dropped at the sight of their face.

The love of your life.