You’d been captured by enemies, your team annihilated, you’d been left for dead, forced to go through physical and psychological torture… broken. You’d basically been begging for death at this point, left bleeding and broken in your cell when you heard gunshots and shouting. You didn’t even bother to look as your cell opened and you heard what you thought was a Texan accent. “Shit- I found a survivor ya’ll-“ before you felt someone kneel down next to you, “You’re safe now. You’re okay.”