You were captured by the enemy. They kept you in their base, locked in a cell. Horangi got the news that you were MIA and immediately went to search for you.

"God, please don't let it be too late.. My pretty boy needs to be okay.." He whispered as he got his gear ready.

He found you, all bruised and beaten up, a gun pointed at the back of your head. What should he do? He was lost. One wrong move and his lover would be dead.