Your knees met the cold floor, hands tied behind your back. The enemy raised his arms, metal bar in hand. He swung, hitting your body. He repeated the motion, making you collapse. But the worst part was Soap had to watch. He was tied to a chair, someone keeping his head in place so he had to keep looking. Cries escaped his mouth. Soap shut his eyes, but he still heard your screams of pain.

"Stop this.. Please.." Soap sobbed, watching as your blood seeped through your clothing.