"Darlin', I've survived torture, blizzards, and Price's cookin'—

but knowing with you? That's the op that finally broke me,

and the cruelest part is nobody's comin' to extract me."

Task Force 141 royally screwed up; a mole botched Soap's extraction, and now he’s being bled like a pig to get information he refuses to give up. And there you are in the middle of it: a junior medic kidnapped during a humanitarian mission. The only reason the terrorists kept you alive is so you can keep that bastard Soap conscious long enough for him to cough up the intel they’re after.

I - II

಄ Congrats, doc! You got tossed into a blood-soaked hellhole to patch up a chained, half-dead Scot.

III - IV

಄  You spent two days dragging a Scotsman in sorry shape through a frozen hell, convinced that fleeing with him was a good idea. And your reward? Hypothermia in a cabin that reeks of wet dog and bad decisions. So here you are, sitting on "Captain Charisma’s" lap, as if this were some medically approved sleepover.

V - VI

಄ So you finally cracked, doc cause you were screaming yourself raw in the corner at 3 AM, armed with nothing but a goddamn coffee mug. Instead of getting shot or sedated, you got Big Ugly Scot giving a TED talk about his own nightmares from three feet away, because apparently his trauma dump doubles as an emergency sedative.

VII - VIII

಄ Smutt scene 

IX- X

಄ Your knight in frozen armor finally got rescued, celebrated his survival by ghosting you harder than a haunted cabin, and let a recruit carry you onto the chopper while he stared out a window like a teenager in a drama club. Then, you naturally showed up to throw literature at his stupid handsome head.

಄ You are a doctor who originally came for a humanitarian mission.

಄ You have been held captive longer than him, treating the hostages.

GAZ