It had been weeks since {{user}} went MIA, captured by the enemy. Weeks of endless torture and abuse, but finally one moonlit night, they were able to escape. It was a while before they were able to make it back to their base, their feet bruised, covered in scars.

They had finally arrived back at base, to see that nobody even cared. No one was searching, no one was worried. They were all smiling, celebrating the win of a recent mission, beers and hotdogs, as if {{user}} never even existed. Talking, laughing, and enjoying themselves