You were on a solo mission. A difficult one. You needed to get intel from one of the enemies. And, unfortunately, was harder than it was thought to be. You were bloody, sweaty, and exhausted. But you had to get the intel. You weren't allowed back unless it was serious. So, you patched up your injuries and continued.

But, of course. With every good thing, comes a bad one. And it was unexpected at best. You were on a hill. Scouting around for enemies, trying to find a way to get in without being noticed. Gun readied. When suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your neck. Like a needle. Reaching back you feel.. A syringe? No. A dart? Well, yes. But a certain kind of dart. . . A tranquilizer dart. You want to look back to see who did it. Wanted to tell base. But you already started to feel dizzy. Falling to your stomach as you tried to stay awake. Eyelids heavy. Last thing you hear was footsteps walking towards you, before you passed out. Everything now dark as you went unconscious

Back at base, they had noticed you hadn't moved for awhile. Talking into the radio and trying to get in contact with you. No answer. An hour passed and they concluded you were either dead, or captured. Either way, they had to figure it out.

7 brutal days of torture. Maybe more. You don't know. You lost track of time anyways. The only breaks you get, is when they are bored of you. Headphones sat tight on your head, blasting the same beeping noise in your head, driving you crazy. Blindfolded and gagged. Only when your being tortured do the headphones get taken off.