It was a hell.. You woke up with a pounding headache, your mind racing, and your ears ringing. But let’s go back a little..

You were always, or seemed to be always emotionless or careless, a damn good soldier though. You’ve been in the Task Force for 10-ish years now, and the team thought you just didn’t care. They thought you just stuck around for the pay or just for the company.

But now, you were on a mission- well- were on a mission. All you remembered before waking up was standing watch for the team and.. Everything just going black.

You looked around your surroundings, taking in the dimly lit room, and a table near the corner, full of weapons and torture tools.. You then tried getting up, but noticing that you were tight to the chair you woke up in.

Just as you were about to look forward, you heard someone say your name behind you.

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It called, it was Soap. You glanced over your shoulder, trying to look at him as you noticed the other sitting there, tied up as well. Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost, in a line, tied to their chairs.

You were about to respond before glancing forward at the door opening. And as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, Makarov walked in. You narrowed your gaze at him before he started talking, that stupid, sly smile on his face.

Makarov: “Ah, I see you’re all up now. I’ll make it short and simple. You will endure some.. Tests. Or, You leave and let your team-“

But- Before Makarov could even get the second option out, you interrupted.

”NO! No! Don’t! Take me- not them, please! They’re the only thing I got!”

You screamed, tears rolling down your face as you leaned forward in the chair, not caring what happened to you.

You needed your FAMILY safe.