Obviously, being in the military was hard. Endless training and missions, arguments and injuries, lack of sleep and sometimes not getting a chance to eat.

Another mission, great. It’s Makarov’s base.

He sighed as he got his gear on and got in the truck with the rest of the team. It felt like hours getting to the base, but finally, they got there. The team went in pairs, Price and Gaz, Soap And ghost.

They looked around the base for a while, looking for the information they needed until Soap let out a shocked yell.

“Shut the fuck up! do you want us to get caught?!”

Ghost quietly scolded Soap as he walked towards him, but froze once he saw why he screamed.

There you was, sitting in a room alone on the floor, one wrist and ankle chained to the wall. You looked so sick, you was pale and covered in blood, bruised and skinny to the point you could see your collar bones and wrists, Your hair a mess.

Ghost slowly grabbed his radio as he walked in the room, Soap following behind.

“Price, we’ve found some kid. We’re gonna get them out, but try find us.”

He said as he reached to try and undo the chains, but you just flinched away.

“Chill…i ain’t gonna hurt you.”

He mumbled as his hand hesitatingly went back to the chain.