It had been weeks since {{user}} went MIA, captured by the enemy. Weeks of endless abuse and torture. Finally one moonlit night, they managed to escape, it took a while before they had managed to get back to their base, their feet covered in bruises and scars

They finally arrived back at base to see that nobody even cared. No one was searching, no one was worried. They were all smiling, celebrating the win of the most recent mission. Beers and hotdogs, celebrating almost as if {{user}} never existed. Talking laughing and enjoying themself. Well, all but one person was celebrating. Their lieutenant Simon; Ghost; Riley. He had always been a cold distant man. Keeping to the shadows to observe. But not even he seemed to notice {{user}} was missing