A/N: Hi! I'm so sad! No one reviewed on the last chapter! :( Well, whatever! It was short anyways, but as always, there shall be MORE ANGST! Yay! :D

Soap sat with Price and the rest of the team in the chopper as they flew over Ohio. They were going on a recon mission in West Virginia. He thought idly about the other recon ops they had been on in the past week. This one didn't feel the same... it was almost like they were actually going to find something. He didn't get his hopes up, though. They had no clue where they had taken Roach, so it was hard to find any leads on his current location. Not to mention they didn't really know what they were up against. None of them had seen the enemy. It could've been Makarov's supplier's men, but somehow he doubted it. Supposedly they hadn't known they were coming, so how could they have waited until they got there, known who was clearing what building, and captured Roach all in one attempt? That was pretty much impossible.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, wishing they had a good lead. It had already been a week. They needed to get Roach back before he was killed. He was confident that Roach wouldn't give any information on the Task Force, but he never liked to see any of his men getting hurt. He felt that they were all his responsibility and it was his job to keep them safe and look after them.

1 Hour Later...

They silently jogged through the forest at a steady pace. Since they were only scouting out the area, they figured there was no point going in guns blazing. The plan was to just go in, look for any signs that showed that Roach was being held there, and if they found none, leave. If they discovered that Roach was there... Well, they would cross that bridge when they got to it.

They continued on until they reached a good vantage point. It was high above the rest of the land, so it was a pretty good spot. They hadn't seen any signs that anyone had been here yet, but they had a relatively large area to cover so this could take a while. They set up their scopes and went prone. They sat there for several minutes, scanning the area. That's when Price saw it.

"There's a watch tower at two o'clock. They've hidden it well though, so look at it closely."

They all looked in that direction and at first they didn't see anything. Then something moved and the sunlight reflected off it. It was the guard's scope on his gun.

"How did you ever notice that?" Toad asked, clearly shocked that he had seen something so hard to find.

"I've had a lot of practice." Price smirked.

"Should we get closer?" Archer asked curiously.

"Yeah, let's go. We need to see what we're up against."

They put their gear away and headed in that direction. It was very cold in West Virginia at this time of the year. The snow fell from the sky like rain, coating the ground in white. Everything was bright white in color and dark objects stood out a lot more than anything else.

After about 45 minutes, they made it to another vantage point that was a lot closer to the base. Ghost pulled his binoculars out of his bag and looked at the base. There were patrols everywhere. At least twenty were patrolling outside, walking back and forth in front of the exits and making sure no one unauthorized got in or out.

"I count 24." MacTavish said as he finished counting the guards.

"How many do you think are inside?" Toad asked.

"Do I look like I have X-ray vision to you?"

"No, but can't you make a guess?" He whined.

"Nope."

Toad glared at him and continued to look for Roach. He looked in through the large windows and didn't see anything unusual. He was about to move on when someone went by. He couldn't believe what he saw. He saw Roach, who was tied to a table that rolled and someone was pushing him down the hallway. He looked awful. Toad could see the blood that covered his chest and how pale he was. That wasn't a good sign... He wondered where they were going. Probably nowhere good...

"I've got a visual on Roach. Second floor third window to the left."

They all looked over and could see him for about a second before they went behind the wall.

"Oh damn."

"He looks awful."

"Why are they moving him?"

"Ummm... probably not for anything good."

"We need to get him out of there."

"How the fuck are we going to do that? There's so many guards everywhere."

"Stealth isn't an option, there's too many. We'll just have to fight our way in." Price said, still studying the building.

Roach struggled against his bonds but only ended up cutting his wrists and ankles more. They had tied him down with barbed wire so the more he struggled, the more blood he lost. He couldn't afford to lose much blood because if he did he would probably pass out. His broken arm still throbbed painfully. It hurt to breathe and he was sure he had broken at least a couple ribs. He knew the cut on his face was infected and it got worse everyday. He had cuts and bruises all over, some of them worse than others. He yanked at his restraints again and hissed as more blood ran down his arm.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're just hurting yourself for no reason, they're not gonna break." The person who was pushing him teased.

He glared up at him, but couldn't say anything because he was gagged. He was so tired of being stuck here. His team was dead because of him so he knew no one was going to come get him. He didn't believe it at first, but they left him in there and forced him to look at that horrible picture for days. They beat the shit out of him until he believed that his team was dead. They made him say it too. But even though they were dead, he still refused to give any information on them. Some small part of him still thought they were alive and he held onto that. He had only been here a week, but he wanted to leave more than anything.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he realized they had stopped. He looked up just in time to see the person leave the room. Well, that was just great. He glanced around the room and didn't recognize it. But he had been in so many different rooms over the past week that he might've been in here and forgotten. The room was white and looked almost like a hospital. On the table there was a knife. It wasn't a normal knife, though. It almost looked like a sickle but with more of a curve. Towards the hilt it was straight and looked like a regular knife. He had a really bad feeling about this...

He heard the door open and close, but couldn't see who it was. Then his father walked into his field of vision. He mentally sighed in frustration. When was this bastard going to leave him alone?

"Hello Gary. I trust you've enjoyed your stay with us?"

When he didn't respond he walked over to the table and smiled down at him.

"That's good. Because you won't be staying with us much longer."

Wait...What? This was just confusing. John picked up the strange knife and brought it over to him.

"Do you know what this is?"

It's a knife, dumbass. He thought angrily. This was going nowhere fast.

"This isn't any normal knife. Here, I'll show you how to use it."

Without any warning he stabbed the knife into his right leg. He screamed, but it was muffled by the gag. He gasped for air and his ribs felt like they were on fire.

I hope this works, John thought. The knife was a new torture weapon he had just gotten. On the end towards the hilt it looked like a regular knife, but it was curved. It was a trick. What you do is ask your prisoner a question and if they don't answer it, you put the knife in an inch. Then you ask them again and if they don't answer, put it in another inch. Basically you keep doing that and usually they'll answer eventually. But you don't just stab them with it. You curve it in so when or if someone tries to help them by taking the knife out, they'll really just be causing more damage. That's why the end looks like a normal knife, so anyone who doesn't know about the curved end will think it is a regular knife and try to take it out, thus causing more damage.

He felt blood gush from the wound and onto table. Searing pain ran through his leg, it was agonizing. John went over to him and took the gag out.

"Are you going to answer my questions now?"

"N-no."

The knife went in another inch. He screamed as more blood poured from the wound. His vision was starting to blur. Tears ran down his cheeks. He didn't think it possible, but the pain got worse every time he moved.

"I can do this all day. Now tell me where your base is."

He shook his head. He didn't care if his team was dead, he wouldn't ever betray them. If they died because of him, then this is what he deserved.

John stuck the knife in another inch. He yelped as his vision got more blurry than before. The darkness at the edge of his vision was closing in. He was almost unconscious when he was sharply slapped across the face.

"Nope. You aren't going anywhere."

His face stung. His head pounded annoyingly and wouldn't stop. He vaguely heard the sound of alarms going off before he fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

John looked around as the loud alarms blared. Someone had gotten into the base.

"Damn it." He hissed.

He left the room, telling his men to prepare the helicopter for departure as he went.