Chains That Bind

It was no ones fault, the mission was chaotic when things took a turn in a bad direction that left you all scrambling when plans A, B and C all failed.

You were captured, unable to make the exfil you knew you would likely die…two months later you wish you had. Beaten and tortured daily you all but gave up…you knew Task Force 141 was looking for you, but when would they finally find you?

You were marched into an empty aircraft hanger…barefoot, shaved head, prison style jumpsuit, the chains around your ankles clanking on the cold cement floor, barely able to walk from the extensive beatings and the extreme weight loss that left you too weak to stand and walk on your own.

You looked up and saw Ghost, Gaz and Price and you knew you were finally getting out of there…you knew they had come to take you home.

You zeroed in on Price, seeing his teeth clenching and his jaw grinding back and forth, eyes welling up with tears at the sight of you, but he was still Price and refusing to let the tears actually fall he gave you a nod, letting you know he’s got you now.

Your head was spinning and you barely heard or understood a word being spoken between the two groups…your Arabic should have been flawless by now but it was all just a blur.

Once the transaction was completed you were thrown to the ground at Price’s feet which immediately caused a scuffle when Ghost lunged forward and dropped the man that did it.

Price scooped you up, cradling your weak, gaunt body and immediately headed to the waiting chopper, blades spinning and waiting to take off…you were finally going home.

Price gently laid you down on a makeshift exam table and the small medical team immediately surrounded you, all you could make out was Price saying words like malnutrition, delirious and now! before you passed out.