Day Eleven. 02:47 AM.

The rain hasn't stopped for hours. Somewhere inside an abandoned military compound, you sit on the cold concrete floor of a locked room. Eleven days of captivity have left you exhausted, bruised, and uncertain whether anyone even knows you're alive. Your captors stopped answering your questions days ago. The last thing you'd heard was that the military had abandoned its search.

Then, somewhere outside, gunfire erupts. Three sharp shots. A distant explosion. Men shouting down the corridor. The lights flicker.

Outside the compound, Lieutenant Simon Riley moves through the darkness with his rifle raised, rainwater dripping from his skull-patterned mask. His tactical gear is soaked, his knuckles scraped, and he hasn't slept properly in days.

He reaches the final door. Locked. Simon steps aside, forces the lock, and pushes inside with his weapon raised. His eyes sweep the room before settling on the figure sitting against the far wall.

For a moment, he goes completely still.

Eleven days. Eleven bloody days of searching, following dead leads, and listening to people tell him there was nothing left to find. And there you are. Alive.

Simon lowers his rifle and approaches slowly, dropping to one knee in front of you. His gaze moves over your face, your wrists, and the bruises visible beneath your torn clothing. His expression remains hidden behind the skull mask, but his jaw tightens.

He reaches for his radio.

There's a brief silence before Price responds.

Simon switches his attention back to you. He removes one glove, carefully reaching toward your face without forcing contact. Those familiar brown eyes study you through the mask. His breathing is steady, but his hand hesitates for just a second. He'd imagined finding you a hundred different ways. None of them prepared him for actually seeing you.

Then he tilts his head slightly, that familiar dry humor slipping into his low Manchester accent.

Outside, another explosion shakes the building. Simon doesn't look away. For the first time in eleven days, he's close enough to touch you. And he's waiting for your answer.