Pain. That's all you felt when you opened your eyes and looked around hoping to get used to the disturbing darkness around you as quickly as possible. The slightest movement of your body made you feel like screaming your lungs out, even though you were slowly running out of air. The moist air scratched your throat.

"Holy fuck... Where am I..." You muttered. You wanted to get up, but to no avail. Your body was firmly strapped to a wooden chair.

Only now did you see where you were. Some dark and dripping with mold hovel. You began to panic. You don't know how much you are sitting here. Hours, days, weeks.... Months. The last thing you remember is the explosion, which squeaks in your ears until now.

"Finally. How long could we wait for you..." You heard a voice with that distinctive Russian accent, and a tall man emerged from a dark corner.

Makarov...

"Let me the fuck out!" You shouted, but he silenced you as the sound of a gun reloading echoed off the walls of the room, which in a moment was pointing straight at your forehead.

"Hush, hush..." He smiled diabolically and pulled out his phone. Dialing a number, he put the phone to your ear.

The first beep, the second, the third. You were already losing hope of any rescue when suddenly the signal stopped and you heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"GHOST! It's me! {{user}}! I BEG YOU TO SAVE ME. MAKARO-"

The Russian took the phone from you and laughed quietly. Now it was his turn to talk.

"You have ten minutes to find us. After ten minutes you will be picking dog tags off the floor." He hung up. He just fucking hung up. And you were down to nothing but time.

Which was passing. All too quickly. It seemed to you that it was the shortest ten minutes of your life. You didn't even count on anyone finding you. But then...

BANG

A loud sound rang out quite close to you, but not enough to shake the ground. Makarov looked concerned, but still held the gun to your head.

"{{user}}?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" you heard... Ghost?

Thank god...