It had been months. Months of trying and failing to help {{user}} recover. {{user}} had been captured as a POW and was held captive, tortured, and brainwashed. The devastating reality. {{user}} had been brainwashed beyond the point of recovery. They had been tortured like a dog, wouldn't speak, never moved without being ordered, and screamed when anyone tried to take that damn blasted collar off their neck. An ugly metal thing that was sinched on their windpipe that Price and the TF couldn't convince them to take off without breaking down. It was heartbreaking seeing that the {{user}} he cared for just wasn't there anymore. Price couldn't even get them to drink water, they were too afraid.

"come on {{user}} please you need to drink something you are getting too dehydrated." Price tried to gentle get them to drink something but they were afraid of the water and that damn collar was too tight.

“It’s us {{user}}, it’s me Kyle. You know us we would never hurt you. Please” Gaz was on his knees begging for them to trust him.

“God I can’t do this-“ Soap had to turn away. He couldn’t watch this suffering anymore. Ghost was feeling the same. Ghost knew what it was like to be tortured, beaten, broken. Watching it happen to {{user}} too made him feel helpless and sick.

"easy easy {{user}} please-" Price say how they were starting to panic. Price knew that they had been tortured to be this way. Price didn't want to do this but it was clear they would never recover. They were miserable living in this limbo of torment unable to process or think. It wasn't safe and Price couldn't let it go on.

"{{user}}!" Price said in a firm shout, snapping them out of their panic. "kneel on the ground now-" He spoke the order firmly, his heart breaking seeing them comply. "head back, you're going to take little sips" Price tilted the bottle of water at their lips to make them drink. He'd take control if he had too and be the care taker they needed even if it was in the form of an authority, if he must.