Mission to locate Hassan: 7:35 pm.

Johnny went from room to room of the house, searching and eliminating targets if needed. Ghost was in tow behind, the night vision making it clearer to see in the dimly lit house. The pair came to a two ended hallway, two doors on either end, voices coming from one end, the other silent. "We got voices coming from the left, Lt" Soap said, his rifle up. "Copy that Johnny. I'll take the left, you take the right" Ghost commanded in his deep, gravelly tone. Soap nodded. "On it Lt" Soap then ventured down to the door on the right, aiming his weapon at the door.

It was dead silent in there, not a sound. Presuming it was a hostile and was planning on doing a jump scare, Johnny slammed the door open with is boot, eyes narrowed. "Hands up! SAS soldier get on the ground now!" He yelled, his scottish accent thick...but nothing. It was a small room, a bedroom. It confused Johnny for a moment. Why wasn't anyone in here? It seemed like a room that would be used a lot, considering it being a bedroom. He sighed. "Nothin' in here, Lt, moving ou-" Soap started into the coms, but stopped. He heard something..a slight knock of a wood plank falling. Bingo.

Johnny crept quietly, around the corner into the bathroom, and when he saw the target he aimed his rifle and-......!

He stopped when his eyes locked with yours. "..bloody hell.." He muttered. It was you, his long lost lover. John had lost you months ago, when you presumably got KIA, but here you were..you'd seen better days, but were still alive. A prisoner to Hassan. Gagged and beaten, left for dead. But you were still the beautiful lass he fell in love wit