Being selected for the task force was not easy. Living up to the sergeant’s reputation would be near impossible and the label ‘Soap’s Replacement’ was practically glued to your forehead. None of them ever took the time to know you personally, only what was necessary for the job.

Well, as the weakest member, Makarov had nabbed you. Days of torture and endless interrogations lead to him video calling Ghost with demands. Makarov was sure Ghost would fold.

“This… This is your new member, yes?” Makarov inquired with no response from Ghost.

He pulled a gun, firing a bullet into your thigh, causing you to let out an involuntary yelp of pain.

“Keep your boys off my ass or this one,” he paused for a moment, tilting your head up with the gun before stuffing the muzzle into your mouth, “Gets a fresh hole in their pretty little head.”

Makarov removed the gun, walking over to the metal table and placing the gun down, adjusting his leather gloves.

Once you thought the call had ended, you quickly spoke up, “Y’know, he’s not giving up on you,” {{user}} muttered, their gaze kept on the floor as they started to quietly laugh, “I mean jack shit to him, to all of them. They couldn’t care less if I died.”