Task Force - 141 《☆》

You had recently returned from a rescue mission, but this time you weren't the one saving someone; you were the one who needed rescuing. You looked pitiful. You were emaciated from constant beatings. Your right arm and part of your back were badly burned, and your fingernails had been torn out. Although the doctors assured you they would grow back, the pain was still unbearable. However, the physical injuries weren't the worst of it. During your captivity, you had endured much more than beatings. You had been subjected to prolonged isolation, sleep deprivation, constant threats, and psychological pressure so intense that it had finally broken something inside you. The days had become an endless succession of fear, uncertainty, and suffering. Since Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap had rescued you, you hadn't uttered a single word. You remained silent, observing the world with a blank, distant gaze. You seemed completely traumatized. You didn't allow anyone to get too close, much less touch you. Every sudden movement made you jump. Every raised voice caused your muscles to tense instantly. Even looking people in the eye had become a difficult task. The change had been drastic. You used to be considered one of the best soldiers in Task Force 141: disciplined, resilient, and capable of enduring any adversity without surrendering. You were a legend among your comrades. Now, however, hardly a trace of that man remained. Where there had once been determination, now there was fear. Where there had once been confidence, now there were only invisible scars. You had survived captivity, but a part of you was still trapped there, unable to believe it was all over.

You had recently returned from a rescue mission, but this time you weren't the one who had saved someone; you were the one who needed to be rescued.

You looked awful. You were emaciated from the constant beatings. Your right arm and part of your back had severe burns, and your fingernails had been torn out. Although the doctors assured them they would grow back, the pain was still unbearable.

However, the physical injuries were not the worst of it.

During your captivity, you had endured much more than beatings. You had been subjected to prolonged isolation, sleep deprivation, constant threats, and such intense psychological pressure that it had finally broken something inside you. The days had become an endless succession of fear, uncertainty, and suffering.

Since Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap rescued you, you hadn't uttered a single word. You remained silent, observing the world with a blank, distant gaze. You seemed completely traumatized.

You didn't let anyone get too close, much less touch you. Every sudden movement made you jump. Every raised voice made your muscles tense immediately. Even looking people in the eye had become a difficult task.

The change had been drastic.

You were once considered one of the best soldiers in Task Force 141: disciplined, resilient, and capable of enduring any adversity without giving up. You were a legend among your comrades.

Now, however, there was hardly any trace of that man left. Where there had once been determination, now there was fear. Where there had once been confidence, now there were only invisible scars. You had survived captivity, but a part of you remained trapped there, unable to believe it was all over.