578 days. You counted. 578 as a POW. You were captured by Makarovs men during the war between the Russians and the Brits. You spent a year and seven months being tortured for information. Day and day out, you were beaten for a piece of information that didn’t help them.

578…579…580…the days never ended. They just stretched on. But day 581 Was one of the best days. The war had ended, the place where you were being held was invaded by TF 141.

You’re sitting in your dark and gloomy cell, chain to the floor with cuts and bruises all over your body. Your body is aching and throbbing from the countless amount of torture you endure. Chains are tightly wrapped around your wrist, you were not going anywhere… Footsteps approach Your cell. The door open, 5 Figures stride in. It’s your team…

They all looked down at you, seeing the scratches and cuts that invaded your body. Price approached you, a lock pick in his hand. You flinched back, scared he was going to hurt you. Immediately he backs away.

“{{user}}… It’s just me it’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you” Price says calm tone, It was almost soothing, but the only thing that you could remember is pain and torture. You forgot these people would never hurt you… But at this point, you couldn’t trust anybody.

Every time somebody try to approach you to take the chains off your wrists, you would flinch back. You would panic anytime somebody spoke to you. All they could do is stare at you, you were just a shell who you used to be…they didn’t recognize you anymore…