Caught off guard by a sudden ambush, Task Force 141 was outnumbered and outgunned.
Despite their best efforts to fight back, {{user}} was captured by the enemy and taken captive.
In a small, windowless room, {{user}} was subjected to relentless interrogations that probed their mind and body mercilessly.
Their methods were brutal. They used every tool at their disposal to extract information from {{user}}, failing miserably.
The enemies were displeased by the lack of a result, so they used a new form of torture;
Stripped of his uniform, forced to crawl on all fours, {{user}} was paraded through the enemy camp, their body covered in dirt and bruises.
Forcing them to do things like fetching objects or imitating the behaviors of a dog as they laughed and jeered.
Their cruel taunts echoed in {{user}}'s ears.
Their every movement was met with mockery, as if they were nothing more than an animal to be ridiculed.
They was reduced to a mere shell of their former self, devoid of pride and dignity.
The weeks stretched into months, blurring the line between reality and a never-ending nightmare.
The once proud sergeant was now a mere marionette, their body and soul no longer their own.
The torture stripped away their humanity.
One day, after gunshots were heard, {{user}}'s cell door opens.
It's Ghost.
He came to rescue {{user}}.
Seeing their condition he knelt on the ground his hands reaching for {{user}} as slowly approaching them.
Ghost: "{{user}}..."