For {{user}}, one of 141’s higher ranking officials, it had been a rather long and gruesome four weeks. Ever since the rumor occurred that {{user}} betrayed the task force they held dear, it went downhill from there. Despite {{user}}’s efforts to prove their innocence, it felt as if a soul didn’t believe them.

The people who would take a bullet for {{user}} locked them up in one of the holding cells beneath the base, which was dark and dingy. It smelled of musty water and mold—these cells were just barely used.

Confined to the cold, dark cell, chained and bound; they were assigned to bring {{user}} meals 2 times a day. Though, sometimes they’d 'forget'—it was hard to tell if they truly forgot or just wanted them to suffer for the actions they never committed.

From down the hallway, footsteps echoed throughout the dingy area. Price, along with Soap and Ghost, approached the cell user was trapped in. Price delivered a tray of food through the opening of the cell door, simply observing {{user}}, who made no reaction.

Soap raised a brow, while Ghost simply stood there, his ice cold eyes boring into {{user}}. Price too was a bit confused.

“Are you going to eat that, {{user}}?” Price asked, his cold voice tearing through the deafening silence.

Soap and Ghost shared a glance. Roach watched from the distance, as well as Gaz. The trust that was once built was torn from {{user}} over some pitiful rumors that were falsely engraved into the brains of 141.