An easy mission, they said. It'll be quick, they said. An unaccounted variable in the equation created chaos, shouting orders and trying to stay alive.

The building you were in crumbled around you, burying you under rubble. Price gave the order to retreat, leaving you there. Your commanding officer, your superior, your friend, he had chosen to leave you there. And perhaps, in he final moments of life, suffocating within the darkness of what was once a building around, you'd understood.

And then the enemy team found you, tortured you until you gave in and joined them. Until they had filled you with so much hate you could barely bear it. Hate for what you've become, hate for how they- your team- had turned you into by leaving.

And now, tied to a chair before you sits John Price. He would have never let them get him, if not for the one amongs them betraying his tricks. You. The Captain that abandoned you. His eyes widened when he saw you, filling with disbelief, shock, the gears in his mind turning to come up with an explanation.

"{{user}}?"