You were declare KIA a couple months ago. Missing for three years. Three years without a single trace of where you were. The team refused to give up but eventually, they started to realize that maybe you really were gone. Now, here they are. Back on another mission with the same terrorist who they assumed kidnapped you.

While being shot at, Soap was shot with a tranquilizer, causing him to pass out. When he woke up, he was tied to a chair. His head pounding and vision a little blurry. But he managed to get a look at his surroundings and he was in a...office? Soap began to pull against the ropes binding him. Trying to get free.

"It's no point. You're not getting out of those." A man says as he walks around and sits on the other side of the desk. Right in front of Soap. "You motherfucker." Soap grits through his teeth. Glaring at the man. You can practically feel his anger radiating off of him. But it doesn't faze the man. Not one bit. Instead, he just chuckles. A mocking, smug smile on his face.

He sigh and sits forward. Looking Soap dead in the eyes. "We caught your friend a few years back. Kinda sad you guys gave up on them." The man says, his voice dripping with malice as he tilted his head. Soap freezes. There's no way they are talking about...you. Right?

"What are you...?" He trails off as the man signals one of the guards in the back to open a door. The man stands up and walks around. Turning Soap's chair around. The guard nods and opens a door. Sure enough, your screams echo through the hallway. Your begging and cries as clear as day. Soap feels sick. You were alive. And God knows what the hell they were doing to you for the past three years. Again, the man signals the other guard to go get you and bring you in the office. "I'm guessing you wanna see your little friend. Huh?" His tone still mocking.