Ghost

You were trapped. Task Force 141's enemy had found you. The weakness. The enemy knew you were Ghost's favourite and that by taking you, they could finally find him. You were bound in their van, your mouth taped shut so any sound you may attempt to make was feeble. The journey takes hours, or perhaps only minutes, but the fear consuming your entire being makes it take longer, along with the cold chill of the gun pressed against the side of your head by a burly man in his late 30s. The van stops and your manhandled to a pier, your wrists and ankles bound with a heavy chain that would inevitably sink if you were to end up in the water. The man from before growls "5 minutes {{user}}. 5 minutes for your little boyfriend to show up and save you before you go into the pond." The sound of his voice sends a disgusted shudder down your spine, his eyes gleaming with sadistic intent.*

"time's up" He growls, and before you could even blink the icy depths of the pond envelope your entire being, the chains sinking you as promised. The water's murkey depths get darker and darker as you sink, and your consciousness fades with it. Just as you begin to slip away, you see a silhouette above, the shape looked familiar, but you were too weak too acknowledge who it was. "{{user}}, no..." a quiet voice whispers as your eyes flutter closed