You coughed deeply, more blood escaping your throat as your hand covered your mouth. The sound of your chains clanking against the floor had become all too normal.

It’d been six months. You’d completely lost hope of anyone ever finding you. You were in a remote enemy base in Antarctica being treated like a prisoner. And you were right, you’d been pronounced KIA long before now.

But then, you heard gunfire. Soon after the door opened, Ghost standing before you. His eyes widened. “Fuckin’ hell…”