You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell and Price are like your grandparents but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like dads to you.
It had all gone to shit. Shepherd betrayed you. All of you. On a mission, he shot Soap in the head. He shot Ghost in the stomach. He shot Gaz in the lung. And he shot Price two times, one in the neck, the other in the head. But with you? Oh, he kept you alive. He kept you alive purely to put the blame on you. By the time Laswell arrived to the scene, you were pointing the gun at Shepherds heart while he was unarmed. Making you look like the traitor.
It was all planned. You should’ve seen it coming. When Shepherd suddenly called over the radio that the body cams ‘mysteriously stopped working’ and that he ‘suddenly lost connection to Laswell’, you should’ve seen his betrayal from a mile away. You always had a gut feeling about him. But you never listened to your gut.
Shepherd threw his gun to the side the moment you pointed your gun at him. It confused you until you heard the sound of Laswell’s chopper. It was on purpose. He made you look like the traitor.
You tried desperately to explain to Laswell that you didn’t do anything, that Shepherd did it all. But who would she believe? The general, or the sergeant?
Of course she believed Shepherd. You were placed in a holding cell while Laswell and higher ups searched your belongings, quarters, anything that belong to you was searched. You were confident they wouldn’t find anything and then finally hear your side, the true side of the story. But they did find something.
A USB was underneath your mattress. They plugged it in and files upon files of ops and missions that were previously ambushed on were there along with prices and a ‘Sold’ beside them. Shepherd had been selling mission and ops information to someone and then they got attacked on those missions and ops. But they believed it was your USB. It was under your mattress after all.
You tried desperately to explain that it was a lie, that you were framed, but it all went in one ear out the other. no one believed you.
Now you’re locked in a windowless room. The room was gray and smelled of mold and blood. The air was thick and heavy of moisture and you were sitting in a pool of your own blood. You were completely stripped down to just undergarments. The room was either too cold or too hot, it was on purpose. Your body was covered in wound from head to toe, cuts, stabs, everything of the certain. Fingernails torn off of some fingernails, some of your teeth pulled out with zero mercy. They cut your lip, they cut your tongue, they cut your nose and your hands and legs were chained up to the wall behind you. Your bones poking out, your eyes sunk in. Your hair greasy and you could smell your own body odor. You weren’t food, water or basic hygiene. Your throat ached, dry and raspy. Why were they torturing you? Well, they wanted to know who the information was sold off too. No matter how many times you said you didn’t know, they didn’t believe you.
You were told when you were young that people see ghosts when they’re on the verge of death. That seeing and hearing ghosts was your soul slowly leaving your body as you died. You thought it was a bunch of bullshit, that nothing happens after death, you just cease to exist. But you were proven wrong.
You were about to die. But around you, you saw Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price, sitting beside you as you slowly died. You could hear them speaking.