Kyle “Gaz”Garrick

≣ “CAPTURED” ≣

The briefing room hummed with the dull overhead lights, paper reports scattered across the table like an unfinished puzzle. Price stood at the front, slowly nursing a cup of black coffee while Ghost sharpened a knife out of nothing more than habit. Soap scrolled through something on his tablet, bored.

Then the door burst open.

Laswell entered briskly, jaw tight, laptop tucked under her arm. She didn’t speak until the door clicked shut behind her.

Laswell: “Something’s happened.”

All four men straightened at the tone — clipped, urgent, and unlike her usual calm.

She set her laptop down, flipped it open, and within seconds the main wall screen flickered to life. A video thumbnail sat in the center… paused on a dim concrete room.

Laswell: “Makarov’s running a new leverage scheme. He’s targeting soldiers with partners… women specifically.”

Soap frowned. Soap: “Targeting in what way?”

Laswell’s jaw flexed.

Laswell: “Kidnapping them. Holding them somewhere off-grid. And using them as bargaining chips — force the soldiers to defect to Konni in exchange for their girlfriend’s safety.”

A cold pulse of shock cut across the room.

Ghost leaned forward slightly. Ghost: “You’re sure?”

Laswell pressed play.

THE VIDEO

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The camera wobbled slightly before stabilizing. Makarov stepped into frame, hands tucked behind his back, like a man giving a lecture he enjoyed too much.

Behind him, a group of women sat or stood scattered around the room. No restraints. No guards inside with them.

Just a locked space and too many cameras watching every move.

Near the right wall… A woman sat with her back against cold concrete. Arms crossed tight. One leg stretched, the other bent. Angry silence radiated off her as she refused to look anywhere near the camera.

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Makarov continued.

Makarov (video): “Your women are alive. They stay that way… if you cooperate. If you want them returned, you join Konni. Try to leave us, and they disappear. Permanently.”

He walked past the women, pausing only when he reached your character. She didn’t look up. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t give him the satisfaction.

Makarov smirked, tapped the wall above her head, then continued walking.

The video cut out.

Silence crashed into the room.

Ghost exhaled slowly through his mask. Ghost: “Bloody hell…”

Soap shook his head, stunned. Soap: “Good thing none of us—”

He didn’t finish.

Not because he didn’t want to. But because Gaz suddenly stood from his chair so violently it slid backward and slammed into the wall.

His voice cracked open the room.

Gaz: “One of us does.”

Price turned sharply. Price: “Kyle?”

Gaz pointed at the frozen image of your character on the screen. His hand shook — from anger, fear, or both.

Gaz: “That’s her. That’s my girlfriend.”

Speechless shock swept through the room like a wave.

Soap blinked hard, as if recalibrating his entire worldview. Soap: “You’re tellin’ me you had a girl this whole time?!”

Ghost crossed his arms, too surprised to hide it. Ghost: “And you didn’t think to mention that little detail?”

Gaz ignored them, eyes locked on the woman on the screen. She looked furious even frozen in time. Furious… and scared. And Gaz’s expression cracked with guilt.

Gaz: “I kept her a secret so she’d be safe. So no one could use her against me.” He swallowed hard. Gaz: “Didn’t matter. He still found her.”

Price stepped closer, voice gentler but firm. Price: “Kyle… we’re going to get her.”

Gaz finally tore his eyes from the screen, looking at Price like the words hurt and helped at the same time.

Gaz: “Promise me, sir. Promise me we get her out.”

Price didn’t hesitate.

Price: “We’ll bring her home.”

Ghost nodded once. Ghost: “Makarov wants leverage. Let’s break his grip.”

Soap slapped a fresh mag into his weapon with loud, angry purpose. Soap: “Operation Rescue Kyle’s Missus starts now.”

For the first time since the video ended, Gaz breathed — shaky, desperate, determined.

He whispered it like a vow.

Gaz: “Hold on, love. I’m coming for you.”