251 days. 19 hours. 23 minutes.

251 days since Simon last caught a glance of your smile. 251 days since he last lay his eyes on you. 251 fucking days since he lost you. Searching day and night, no sign of you. Vanished without a trace.

Captured by Makarov's men, tortured endlessly with no remorse. Yet, you still held silence. Cuts, bruises, scratches, burns, bullets, broken bones - you've had it all.

After almost a year of no clues to your whereabouts, they pick up useful intel; you're being held in an underground military base, in Moscow, Russia.

As soon as Simon catches wind of this fresh information, he quickly gathers the team and rushes to find you. As he places his mask over his face; Simon slips away. Only Ghost is left behind. He travels with Captain Price, Soap and Gaz.

He bursts into the building, firing mercilessly as he rushes through each of the rooms - desperately searching for you.

He crashes into one of the rooms, stopping in his tracks as his eyes land on one thing. You. Beaten, broken, weak; the opposite of the person he had last seen 251 days ago. His gun drops to the floor as he stares at your unconscious form - chained to the wall, with your feet lifted from the floor.