Soap was lying in bed with darkness surrounding him and the thoughts of Price infiltrating his mind. He and Yuri left a few hours ago and here he was lying in bed hooked up to heart monitors and a feeding tube…again. He started to think about Jen and how he had her to go home to in Scotland. A small smile formed on his face when he thought about her and the wedding. The thought of the wedding made him think of his parents and older brother that were back in Glasgow as well who were probably worried about him beyond words could describe.

Different things came to Soap's mind as he let them wander away from Price when the girl who saved his life came to mind….Aaron. He could vaguely remember bits and pieces of what was going on after his fall while Yuri and Price got him to the safe house. After he got on the table he blacked out for a while, but could distinctively remember when he was being carried, Aaron came into his sights as she ran alongside him. He could remember the skin on her face had traces of dirt everywhere, but her light brown eyes shined as the light hit them.

As the wounded soldier looked back on the memory, the sound of a helicopter caught his attention. They were back. Soap was still edgy about Yuri, but if Price could trust him then Soap could too.

He could hear the helicopter land and people entering the building followed by footsteps coming towards his room. The door opened and Soap could smell dirt and sweat which made him think it was Price. "I know you're still up Soap." A British accent said. Soap sat up in bed as Price turned the light on and walked over. "Find anything?" Soap asked as Price sat down.

"We found where Makarov has the Russian president." Price informed his protégée. "The bastard has him and the daughter at a mining facility in Russia. I'm calling in the Delta Force on this one. We'll go in a few days."

"How'd the mission?"

"It went better than I expected."

Soap sat back a little at hearing this. "Don't worry son, just a few weeks until you're back on your feet." Price told him. Soap half smiled and Price stood up. "I'll see you in the morning." He said walking out. Feeling a sense of security and relief knowing Price was alright and they were closer to finding Makarov, Soap was finally able to drift off to sleep.

RUSSIA

The next morning, Cyber was shaken awake by Ben. "Aaron…" his voice said. "Aaron wake up." he said. She opened her eyes and found Ben and the other soldier who she recognized as Dylan Lester. Ben helped her to her feet and they looked at the door as Russian voices came down the hall. "What are they saying?" Ben asked Cyber. (Being military intelligence, Cyber was fluent in several languages including Russian, but still had poor aim with a fire arm)

"They're coming for some of us." Cyber reported. "No specifics, but they are coming for some of us." Cyber continued to listen and died a little inside when she heard one of the Russians say "don't forget the girl". She hurt all over from yesterday's beating and didn't think she could handle another one.

The door to the three's cell opened and a Russian soldier appeared. "You!" the soldier barked at Cyber. "Over here!" Cyber looked at Ben who looked at her with hurt eyes as she walked towards the soldier. He grabbed her arms tightly and then led her down the dark hallway.

The Russian soldier led her to a large room with a metal table in the center and buckets of water next to it. The Russian from the day before that beat Cyber stood by the table as well with a stern face. The soldier pushed Cyber into the room to the Russian general as he asked his question. "Tell me what I your people have on Makarov and I will not hurt you." He said.

"No way…" Cyber replied. The man jerked his head to the side as a signal to his soldiers. Two walked over to her and grabbed ahold of her, lifting her up onto the table. She struggled against them as they tied her arms to the table as well as her legs. Then she felt someone put a towel over her face. She knew what was going to happen the second she saw the buckets of water…

As soon as the restraints were tied and the towel was placed over her face, the Russian poured water over Cyber's covered her face making it unable for her to breathe. She tried to gasp for breath, but the water kept coming. It felt like she was drowning again. Just like last year after the accident...

Once the twenty seconds were finally over, the towel came off of Cyber's face and the water stopped. Someone picked her head up and she coughed and gasped for air before she began to throw up all the water. "Ready to tell me yet?" the Russian questioned. Cyber just continued coughing, gasping for air, and regurgitating water. The person holding her head dropped it and the towel went back on her face before more water came down on her face.

After the third time, Cyber was finally untied and picked up off the table. She was shivering like crazy from the water being thrown on her mixed with the cold Russian air. The Russian Cyber assumed was some kind of general grabbed her face and made her look at him. "Tell me what they have on Makarov!" he yelled. Cyber just shook her head.

She was taken from the waterboarding room and taken to a smaller cell than the one she was in before and had her hands and feet tied together tightly with rope. Then a bag was placed over her head and she was thrown into the cell. She heard the door close loudly and then locked, leaving her in solitary confinement.

ROMANIA

Within a week, Soap was able to get out of bed and make an attempt to walk around but broken/bruised/fractured ribs hurt. He would walk around his room for a few minutes before having to lay back down. Price and Yuri successfully rescued the Russian president, but lost the entire Delta Force at the extraction much to Price's attempts to get back to them.

Soap began having conversations with Yuri again and realized he wasn't all that bad after hearing the whole story. He still questioned whether he could trust him or not again, but Yuri was all they had.

RUSSIA

Seven days. That's how long Cyber was left in the tiny cell tied up with a bag over her head. She was starving and parched from the little food and water she was receiving daily which was just enough to keep her blood sugar up. Finally the door reopened and someone pulled the bag off of her head, revealing her pale and tired face. "Time's up." the Russian said pulling her up and out of the cell.

Never in her whole life was Cyber so happy to see Ben. The Russian threw her into the small cell with Ben who ran over to her and took her in his arms. "Oh my God I thought you were dead!" he said in a loud whisper. "No, just locked up in a cell." She replied with a shiver. Ben let go of her and looked at her face. The injuries from her beating went down, but she looked fragile. Like one fall or too hard of a hug could break her.

Cyber looked around and saw Dylan wasn't there. "Where's Dylan?" she asked. Ben gave her a sad look. "They took him about two days ago…" He said. Using her hair tie in her pocket, Aaron tied her tangly hair back into a bun and looked at Ben. His face was pretty bruised and he had a few cuts in his arm…his hair was a mess, his skin was pale, and bags were under his eyes. She assumed she looked as bad as he did.

"They want to know what they now have on Makarov." She sighed.

"I know." Ben said pointing at his face. "I already got some interrogations."

"What if Johnston already took advantage of the information we sent? Why keep us here then?"

"Aaron you sent them everything on that computer. There was probably a lot more than just some shipment details."

"There was…" Cyber confirmed. Ben cocked his head. "What else was on their?" he asked.

"Every detail about Makarov." Cyber answered. "Where all his safe houses are, where he gets his weapons, it was everything."

"They aren't going to let us go until we give them everything…" Ben said. Cyber shook her head. "We should just pray that either the war ends or Makarov gets killed soon." She told Ben.