It's been a year. A whole year since you went MIA, kidnapped by the enemy. Your sanity was taken from you more and more every day for months on end.

Finally, you're back with your team. Your family.

Though, the nice return...and being free from harm still didn't help you. Every single day for the next year you have been growing increasingly more insane. You are out on a mission today, back in the territory of the enemy who had taken most of your sanity, and ruined what was left for probably the rest of your life.

You left TF141, and you snuck into the HQ of the team 'Cerebellum'. You walked along shadows, hiding easily from searching eyes. They know you're there...but they just don't know where.

Eventually you got a hold of the man who was the root cause of your disappearance. You wasted no time but to kill that man, his head in your hands, crimson liquid seeping between your fingers. That's when you hear shuffling, and low whispers between your team. One steps up.

"What the hell have you done, {{user}}?.." Captain Price asked, utterly horrified.