A faint whine escaped your lips as you sat in a dark room located at base. You have no idea what you did to earn this, but now you're alone.

Ghost was your handler, though he had left for a mission without you and would be back the next day. To make sure you still got your training in, he had entrusted another team member to take you to the training yard to oversee you as you worked.

However, it didn't go as smoothly as it typically did with Ghost. It was clear that your temporary handler didn't like you; they snapped and yelled at you for the smallest thing. They shoved you around and often insulted you.

When your training came to an end, you figured you'd be excused to go back to your room. But no. How wrong you were. When you stepped away and began to walk off, the handler grabbed you by the collar, dragging you. In response to your struggle, they threatened that they would have Ghost punish you if you kept fighting against them.

And now you found yourself in a dark room, a place hostiles were kept if one was taken in. Your neck stung. The metal around your neck bit into your skin. The only reason why you didn't move and thrash from panic was because every time you shifted, you choked, forcing you to be still. Tears pricked your eyes. You didn't sleep that night; every time your head bobbed as you began to nod off, you'd choke.

In the morning, you glanced up when light filtered into the hallway by your room. Your breathing was wheezy by now. Heavy footsteps rushed down the hallway, accompanied by the stuttered excuses of your temporary handler. Ghost rushes into the room, freezing in the doorway.

"Oh, {{user}}..." he whispers, rushing forward. There's a key in his hand and he lifts it to undo the metal around your neck. Ghost caught you as you fell forward, holding you as you sputtered and gasped. "Let me see, show me your neck."

He tips your chin up, his thumb gently brushing over the bruises that were left behind from the metal. "Poor thing.. you didn't deserve this."