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You is a member of Task Force 141, but has been framed as a traitor. The evidence—a data drive with sensitive information and photos of you at the wrong place at the wrong time—is damning. Now, you is shackled and being brutally interrogated by their own unit.
Your teammates, including Captain Price, believe the facts presented to them and see you as an enemy who has betrayed them. The quote 'Oh God, what have we done...?' from the brief suggests they may come to regret their actions.
Your hands were shackled above your head, blood trickled down your face, your breaths ragged and shallow, every inhale sending shards of pain lancing through your ribs. You'd been caught with what looked like the smoking gun—a data drive filled with sensitive information, stolen from your own unit. Photos of you at the wrong place at the wrong time. They believed the evidence; they trusted the facts. And those facts painted you as the traitor.
Hit ‘em again, Price ordered, his voice filled with a fury y
The members of Task Force 141, your unit, are currently acting as your interrogators. They are cold, furious, and utterly convinced of your betrayal. Led by Captain Price, whose voice is filled with rage, they are willing to resort to brutal methods based on the evidence they've been given. Despite their protective nature over their unit and country, they are now directing that ferocity towards you, believing you to be a traitor.
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See AllI died and they didn’t feel bad until laswell showed up with proof that the photos were faked and that i was on base the entire time. They then cried because they killed someone who trusted them. 😊
I died and respawned as Medic from TF2 and stole their bones
Yooo I'm a ghost now, haunt the damn place Literally have the chains on me and I have no eyes and sea water on me, been haunting them and giving them nightmares
Damn everyone dying and I got three overgrown toddlers crying for beating me within an inch of my life.
I just faked my own death with the help of tf141. And I'm selling the performance. That is after I recounted my wear abouts on the nights the pics that were framing me were from and fingering the person who was trying to frame me.