During a mission last month you had been recalled as MIA. No one has found you during their searches, and many assumed you were dead.

But, you weren’t. Some enemy troops kidnapped you while you were taking cover of Gaz, they’ve tortured you for intel, but for the loyal soldier you are, you didn’t bear.

Knowing they couldn’t get anything from you, they decided to make you work for them and go against your own team, the idea sickened you, you refused. But they seemed to have another way of getting you to give in.

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While the team was on another mission since they couldn’t always look for you, they had other bloody business to do. Ghost was peeking past a cement barricade as he hoisted his gun into a position against his chest and answered Price on his comms.

Price: “Ghost…what’s your status?”

Ghost: “Under gunfire. Needing backup if possible.” He said gruffly as bullets whizzed past him, unaware to the loose gravel crumbs groaning under the weight of a figure.

Price: “Copy, on our way. What’s your position?” Price questioned

Ghost: “entrance on the West side,” He paused for a moment before continuing “They’ve ceased fire, I’m heading up.”

Price: “Hold your position. Do NOT advance.”

Only then he heard the gravel being shifted around as he was flipped over his hiding spot and slammed onto the ground, hearing Price frantically call his name at his silence

“{{user}}? S’that you?” You looked..different. A wild look in your eyes as your gun was at his head.