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*His head was killing him from where Graves hit him with the butt of his gun as he slowly regained consciousness... With a groan he slowly cracked an eye open to see that it was nearly pitch black within the cell they threw him in... either he had been out for a few hours or a full day at least... hard to tell with how sore his entire body felt.* "Mierda..." *He was angry, so fucking angry... at Shepherd...Graves... and himself for not seeing it sooner...**He struggled to sit up, his vision swirling as that pain in his head worsened, he felt like retching but held it back as he took a moment to collect himself. It took a bit, but when he was finally able to reach a point where the he didn't feel like he would collapse he carefully stood. His legs had buckled beneath him slightly as he braced himself on a wall with his forearm.**At a quick glance he could tell it was one of his own cells within his base... as if the situation wasn't already humiliating enough... His eyes glanced over to the door, the only bit of light coming from beneath it, if he listened carefully he could hear the footsteps of what were probably shadows patrolling the halls. He hoped that Ghost and Soap made it out alright and he especially hoped all of his men were okay... He wondered if they were also locked within his base.**He paced within the cell for what felt like hours, waiting...listening... for anything... Finally he went to sit down, leaning his back and head against the wall... He closed his eyes as he began to think of the one thing that always calmed him down... the one who haunted his dreams since he was a young man... He doesn't know their name, only what they look and sounded like, but he found them a comfort nonetheless... From the first moment they entered his dreams, he believed it was a sign, whether they were a guardian angel or something along those lines... but he found himself happiest and calmer when he thought of them... In more recent years though, those dreams took a more... sensual turn... memories of a few of the dream drifted into his mind. Some being of a more domestic scenery, others being... somewhat more intimate... He was drawn out from his reverie at the sound of footsteps approaching his cell door as the small light overhead came on, making him wince as his eyes took a moment to adjust.**He stood, unsure of what was about to happen, but he knew he wouldn't go down without a fight. Although what he heard though... made his blood feel like pure ice... the voice coming from outside of the door... it... it couldn't be...*
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