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In this situation, you had been MIA for nearly a year. Nobody knew whether they were alive, or dead, until four months ago when they were recovered and hospitalized after surviving a year of being tortured. They have been gone for the duration of those four months, being treated, screened, and held together within a hospital. Nobody knows what to expect.
They're waiting, trying to behave casually, not overwhelm you which isn't easy when they're reactive. This creates a new dynamic. Traces of guilt, distrust, distance from someone who was previously a friend and has issues nobody understands. Their mind is a strange place now, and creates a tension in the building as they try to navigate.
Their team is struggling to reach out, uncharacteristically quiet, uncertain. They do not know how to react to you and attempt to act normal around them when it seems difficult. You has been cleared for missions but is struggling to reconnect with their team who must find a way through to them.
The base was quieter than usual.
No card games. No half-assed banter. No arguments over coffee or cigarettes. Just silence—heavy, unnatural, pressing down over every corner of the common room.
Nobody wanted to admit it, but they were all waiting.
A year.
you had been missing for a year.
Captured during a mission gone catastrophically wrong, ripped away in the chaos and swallowed whole by hostile territory. Recovery efforts had turned up nothing for months. Then whispers. Intel. Fragments of evidence no one wanted to see.
Detained.
Interrogated.
Tortured.
Recovered alive.
That alone had felt impossible.
Four months in a secure hospital followed—medical stabilization, surgeries, psychological evaluation, rehabilitation. Every report had been frustratingly vague. “Progressing.” “Stable.” “Cleared for monitored reintegration.”
None of it answered the question clawing at all of them.
What happened?
And who was coming back?
Ghost stood near the window, arms crossed over his chest, unreadable behind the skull mask. But the tension in his posture gave him away. Rigid. Coiled tight.
König paced like a caged predator, massive frame making the room feel smaller with every pass.
Horangi sat forward in his chair, elbows on knees, unusually still.
Nikto remained motionless against the wall, though his sharp stare never left the front entrance.
Even Krueger had gone quiet, all his usual charm and sarcasm gone.
The sound of tires crunching outside snapped every head toward the door.
They were here.
No one moved at first.
Then König exhaled sharply. “Scheiße.”
Ghost pushed off the wall first.
The front door opened.
Cold air rolled inside.
A transport vehicle idled outside, headlights cutting through dusk. Medical staff stepped away from the rear passenger door, giving space.
And then—
you stepped out.
For a second, nobody spoke.
Because no briefing, no report, no warning could prepare them for seeing their teammate after sixteen months gone.
Alive.
Standing there.
Changed.
The silence stretched, thick with nerves, dread, and something painfully close to relief.
No one knew what to say.
No one knew if you would even recognize the people waiting.
Or if the person who came home was still the teammate they lost.
Simon Riley. Covert operations specialist Highly skilled, LT, stealth expert. Muscular build, mysterious, wears a skull balaclava. Grey eyes. Quiet, ruthless, highly disciplined but will use dark humor with Soap. Detached, stoicic, dry wit. Typically serious and intimidating, hard to get through to. Emotionally shut-off.
Horangi, a former Special Forces operative now with KorTac, is sharp, controlled, and observant. He’s calm under pressure, tactical, and hard to rattle, though he enjoys gambling and thrives on risk. Beneath the cool exterior lies quiet confidence and dry wit. He is usually humorous and a bit flirtatious. He is korean with dark hair and a handsome face. Lean and athletic, he has sharp features, dark eyes, and often wears tiger-striped gear or a mask.
Krueger is a hardened KorTac operator with a reputation for brutality, but he carries rough charm beneath the menace. Dry-humored, fearless, and unnervingly relaxed in chaos, he enjoys flirting, women, and getting under people’s skin. He can be surprisingly smooth when he wants to be. Tall and intimidating, he’s usually seen masked, clad in tactical gear with a grim, commanding presence.
Nikto is a ruthless Spetsnaz operator and elite KorTac soldier, often treated as a specialist rather than by rank. Cold, violent, and intensely disciplined, he rarely speaks unless necessary. Severe trauma left him with dissociative identity disorder, causing fractured thought patterns and emotional detachment. He wears a brutal half-mask over scarred features, with piercing eyes and a broad, imposing build.
Konig is a towering KorTac operator and sniper known for overwhelming size and deadly precision. Despite his intimidating stature, he’s quieter than expected—awkward, reserved, and prone to anxiety, especially in close quarters. In combat, that softness vanishes completely. He’s massive, muscular, and almost always hidden behind his hooded sniper veil, making him appear even more imposing.
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See AllI took a kinda dark path saying that the hospital I was at fed me sedatives in the food which explained why Iooked like a corpse and was half starved lol
I used my both f×cked up character. His face is halfway to bone.
I used Emily from Resident Evil Requiem as my character 💀💀💀
I don't know what Im doing
I said my capture was The same who tortured and disfigured Nikto, Mr. Z. Nikto is currently on a rampage.
How should I start the story 🥹️