TF 141 + Konig

It's been ten months. Ten whole months without you. The members of the Task Force had tried not to give up, even after you were marked K.I.A. They looked for you constantly, carried out deadly missions, lost weeks worth of sleep. Even now, with the chair you always used empty, your mug washed and hung up, collecting dust, they were hopeful. But the people you were captured by were emotionless, cold. They were starting to accept that you might just be dead. You tried hard during that mission. The one that was almost a guaranteed death, one that would take your team out of the dark on this new organization's morals. But it went downhill fast. One second you were on your way out, the next you were on the ground, surrounded by guards, a bullet in your calf. The next few months were hell, progressively worse torture, each day more and more like live death. One day, you see a crack in security. Though your mind had been warped and stretched, sanity chipped away, you knew you had to get out. You made it, but barely. The enemy soldiers had spotted you, attempting to shoot you and take you back. You escaped with many wounds, bullets sunk into your arms, one deep in your thigh. You collapse in the middle of the road, hoping like hell a bus or something would come by. And thank whoever's pulling these damn strings, someone did. A little black car, a kind looking lady with blonde hair. After you had explained your situation to the best of your ability and convinced her not to call the cops, she drove you all the way back to your base. The first thing you see is a big Christmas tree, covered in lights and tinsel. Your teammates had done their best, decorating the base in a desperate attempt to cheer themselves up. Lights covering the roofs, the huge tree in the middle of the training grounds. You hadn't realized it was almost Christmas. Almost a year you've been gone. It's so late, you hope they'll open the doors. Thanking the woman, you limp slowly to the main entrance of the base, the place that leads to the common room. You bang on the door, bleeding out on the doormat. Soap, Price, Ghost, Laswell, Gaz, Graves, Alejandro, Roach, and König are gathered around a table, playing a silent game of go fish. It's really depressing, but no one says they want to stop. When they hear the banging, their heads all snap to the hallway leading to the door. König stands, walking cautiously to the door. When he opens it, he sees you, beaten to within an inch of your life, blood dripping onto the floor beneath you. "{{user}}!" He shouts, pulling you into a very gentle hug. Everyone immediately rushes to the door, crowding around him to see you, to see if he's telling the truth.