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P.S. I know in the game it says that they rescue the girl a day after she gets captured. But this is my story and I think its going to be more interesting if I hold up on the "rescue."

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"The Day to Remember"
October 14 – 05:42:59
Sgt. Derek "Frost" Westbrook
Place Unknown

White streaks passed his vision as his head pounded. Though through the pain, Derek still managed to crawl out of the heavy blanket of darkness and reach the tip of staying conscious. There was a small voice in the back of his mind that told him to let go of the small ounce of the world that he was aware of and slip back into the safe haven of unconsciousness. But with Derek's ambition, he managed to push that voice aside and feel the atmosphere that he was not familiar with.

Usually when he awoke with these types of pains, Derek would find himself lying peacefully on a white soft bed with a fluffy pillow behind his head. He would make a badass stunt that would bring him to the edge of death, but he would manage to kick death's ass sending him back to live one more day.

Though when he usually awoke, Sandman would bitch about him and tell him that stunt he pulled could have put the whole team in jeopardy. That was what Sandman always said, he would always care about the mission before his own men. Hell, Derek bet that Sandman right now was dancing, drinking beer, laughing – having a good time, all because Frost was gone and out of that team. But suddenly, Sandman would sit on the bed, next to Derek's feet, and drop his head grumbling, maybe even fighting tears, "I'm just glad you didn't get killed." Derek would pretend not to hear that line when Sandman would stand and walk out of infirmary without another word.

After Sandman would leave the room, Grinch would walk in and acknowledge the Captain before proceeding next to Frost's bed. Grinch would look at Frost with an expression of concern and slight anger. Derek would only smirk, he never really smiled, and have a brother like conversation with the man till it was time for Grinch to leave. Grinch would toss Derek's neatly cut raven black hair and walk out, saying one last goodbye.

Then there was Truck. The caring, forceful, easily angered man of the Delta Force. Truck would walk in, slump his shoulders and frown down on the Sergeant. "Frost," He would whisper and shake his head. Truck would then grab a chair and look fiercely into the frosty blue eyes. With a long glare shared between the two, Truck would start a story that would involve an all around lesson.

Derek held in a small moan as he noticed none of those things we're happening right now. No Sandman to yell at him for his stupidity and then turn around saying he cared. No Grinch to make the "one emotion Frost" to smirk and stifle a chuckle. No Truck to be a fatherly figure and teach him a lesson. No team to show there care for the FNG. No team to show that, Derek "Frost" Westbrook was important to them and that they couldn't live without him. And silently, Derek found this frightening.

As he blinked open, Derek felt a freezing stiff surface beneath him. Derek slowly rose into a sitting position and gazed around the room. It was all concrete…Concrete walls, concrete floors, and a concrete like door. Derek blinked in confusion, "Where the hell am I?" He asked his voice sounding unnatural bleak to him.

A shiver ran down his spine. Looking down, Derek noticed his shirt had been removed and he was only sitting in his boxers and socks. There was a small gray box strapped to his ankle. As he tried to pry it off, he noticed people talking almost frantically behind the concrete door.

Derek tried to understand what they we're saying, but the language seemed a bit off.

Suddenly, as if they knew he awoke, the door slammed open and two Russian guards walked in. The first guard turned towards the second and Pointed towards Derek.

Lights flashed over Derek's vision as memories flushed over him. The determination he felt, the jump, him taking down the guard, then the other solder kicking him in the face. But the last clip stayed in his mind: Alena Borisovna Vorshevsky, the daughter of Boris Vorshevsky who is the Russian President.

As the two guards came near Derek, he lashed out at them like a wild animal. "Where is she?" He demanded.

The two stood back, looked at each other then laughed. They started towards him again, this time grabbing his arms and forced him to his feet. This was the first time Derek noticed how weak he was. Still, Derek fought the two, managing there hold to slip from time to time. The second guard growled and punched Derek on the side of the head, making his feet slip out from under him. The first guard snapped at the second, babbling fast and raised a hand in a sign that he would slap him next time he did that. Derek could feel the second one tightened a grip on his arm, showing fear.

They kept walking, coming to doors that were easily swung open letting them enter a larger room. The walls and floors were still concrete, but instead of nothing in the room, there was a small, rundown lunch table. The two pushed him forward and he stumbled onto his hands and knee's. Derek growled and stood up swiftly, only to be met by gun point.

The first guard threw old clothes at him, "Put these on," He said with a thick Russian accent. Derek barely understood what he said, though he got the message. Sliding on the dirty gray shirt and pants, he noticed an unnatural scent to them, making him gag.

"These stink," He cringed.

"Shut up," The second one glared daggers.

Suddenly, the swinging doors burse open, bringing three other men and a small shaking women. Her eyes glued to the floor as she stood.

"Alena?" Derek asked.

Her eye's shot up, fear rapidly swelling as her puffy red eyes landed on Derek. She started talking, and then stopped once Derek gave her a confused stare. "Y-You," She cried, "Help me please!"

"He is in the same situation as you, bitch," the man behind her scowled. He was a tall lean man; he wore a brown worn down trench coat that fell below his hips coving most of his dark blue shirt and light brown pants. He had dark brown hair that was tossed up in the air, and dark muddy brown eyes danced with annoyance.

Derek locked eyes with the man. He could instantly see a flinch as his dark brown eyes were met with Derek's icy blue ones. Still holding the mans glare, the Russian cleared his throat, "I am Akim…"

Derek scoffed, "Nice name."

Akim's mouth dropped into a frown, "Yes…It is." Akim blinked, "I have been selected by Makarov to torture the girl. Though I did not expect to have you here, it is much unexpected. Though Makarov said that if you are from the Delta Force, then you will be very handy, so he agreed that we can test our new ideas on you." Derek inwardly shook, that can't be good, he thought. Akim smiled, "And some of our old tricks. But you will have to wait your turn, the girl must come first." Aki then turned towards the girl, with a snap of his fingers two guards came towards the girl and Derek, separating the two. Alena started thrashing looking helplessly at Derek, screaming at him, "P-Please help me! Help! Please!"

Derek tried to fight the two men at his sides, but soon lost sight of Alena as he was sent back through the double swinging doors. He then was thrown into a dark room, his only light source shut off as the guards slammed the door on his face, leaving him in the pitch black room with the tortured screams from Alena.

"Get Set…Go!"
October 14 – 09:25:12
Sandman
Delta Force/ Task Force 141 - Disavowed
Over Eastern Siberia, Russia

"So there in a diamond mind?" Grinch asked leaning forward to peer into the eyes of the Captain of the Task Force.

Price only glared at the man, his facial expression blank but his eyes holding annoyance.

Sandman cleared his throat, "That's what our Intel told us."

"And if it's wrong?" Truck jumped into the conversation.

"Then we keep up the search."

The air fell silent, no movement noticeable over the loud beating of the Helicopter.

"Sir," the pilot chirped in after an hour of silence. "We're here."

"Okay boys," Sandman stood as soon as he felt the Heli touch the surface, "Time to go."

All five men exited the Heli slowly, guns ready. They walked silently, boots pushing down on the earth, leaving footprints behind them. They soon came to an elevator that was unguarded.

Yuri grimaced, "Time to go down the rabbit hole."

Sorry for the shortness on Sandman's section, his section will show up a lot next chapter! And if any of ya'll are asking, no this story is much longer then 3 chapters. And for those who know about the mission, "Down the Rabbit Hole"…You'll just have to see what the Delta Force does. ^_^

PS: There will be torture in the next chapter!

Please review, I may update tomorrow…I don't know, depends on the reviews :D