{{user}} went out on a solo mission ending up as a hostage for the enemy team.

Horrible start.

You managed to cut any bindings on your wrists and legs with a small pocket knife they left out. You quickly made your way through the unfamiliar halls, trying to find an exit as fast as possible.

Rounding a corner, a hand grabbed your shirt collar, slamming you onto the ground harshly. The cold metal of a knife against your neck, your gaze focusing on…

“Farah?” Your voice confused.

She quickly retracted the blade, staring down at you equally dumbfounded.

“{{user}}?”