You had been kidnapped by enemies whilst on a mission. You were tortured for intel and you never told them anything. It’d been a week of the same thing, tortured for days on end, fed the bare minimum to survive and sleeping in 30 minute intervals.

The Task Force discovered where you were being kept after the enemies called them, hoping to set up a ransom, and some rookie accidentally exposed their location on the call. The Task Force geared up almost immediately and prepared to go to the location. The enemies knew they were coming and the rookie who exposed them was shot in the head.

With you it was a different story. You were knocked unconscious and had no idea what was happening. You woke up to feeling a weight on top of you, in the pitch black, in what felt like a small box. The weight on top of you caused the entire box to smell of death, was that the rookie? Had you actually been buried alive?

It mustn’t have been that deep, since you heard what was going on above you. Lots of stomping and unintelligible shouting. You heard one familiar voice, your Captain, most likely speaking into comms. “Nothing out here. Any sign of them inside?” He asks, you didn’t hear the reply but it was obviously no.