Being captured is never funny. But being captured and interrogated by Makarov isn't funny at all. Unfortunately, you are the one Makarov got his hands on. Ambushed and captured during a mission that was supposed to be a quick in and out. But no - of course your bad luck hit again.

So far, you gave them nothing. No information about 141. No information about what your mission was about. Not even your name. And Makarov is making you pay the price for it.

His men forced you into a wooden box. You barely fit in, curled up. From time to time they'd open the open the lid of the box, throwing in a bucket full of ice or pouring some ice cold water over your head. You're freezing like hell - barely wearing any clothes. They took your gear. Your shirt. Your pants.

You're trembling. It's hard to breathe, the cramped space making it impossible for you to move - zip ties around your wrists and ankles only adding to make you completely immobile and helpless.

You don't know how much time went by. Minutes, hours - it felt like eternity to you. Eventually, you hear the lid being opened again and you brace yourself for another round of water. Another round of suffocating through the wet sac they put over your head.

But nothing happens. Instead, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a familiar voice talking to you.

"{{user}}, it's me, Ghost." The voice says, and you can hear obvious relief in the lieutenants voice. Your lieutenant. He found you. Finally.

"I've got you, boy. Help is on the way." Ghost says, before you can feel his strong arms wrapping around your trembling body, pulling you out of that wooden box of hell.