Just a Black Ops fanfic

Vorkuta

Mason: It was a set-up, they knew we were coming. That bastard, Dragovich

Interrogator: The Russian

Mason: Yeah. He was behind everything

Interrogator: Where did Dragovich take you?

Mason: Russia. A labor camp. A hell hole called Vorkuta, oh my God...

Interrogator: What did they do to you, Mason?

Mason: What didn't they do...

Interrogator: Why didn't Castro just kill you? Why did he give you to Dragovich?

Mason: Cause Castro and Dragovich were workin' together

Interrogator: Eh, you were a gift

Mason: Eh, right...

Interrogator: Where did Dragovich take you?

Mason: Vorkuta. Had to fight just to survive

Interrogator: What happened in Vorkuta, Mason?

Mason: I was on my own, almost a year

Interrogator: Think, Mason! What did they do to you?

Mason: I'd given up hope of ever getting out...but Viktor Reznov found a way

Interrogator: Viktor Reznov?

Mason: My friend

(Vorkuta, U.S.S.R., 1963)

(Mason and Viktor Reznov are fist-fighting)

Reznov: You will break, American!

(Mason is punched in the face by Reznov, who then is pushed by Mason onto the floor with other prisoners watching)

Guard : Давайте! Работайте, сволочи!
(Come on! Work, bastards!)

Reznov: You hit like a child!

Guard: Или вы только через силу понимаете? СОБАКИ!!!!
(Or do you only understand through force? DOGS!!!)

(A guard then appears and heads for Mason, armed with a club)

Reznov: Hey, svoloch!
(bastard)

Guard: Всегда ты, Резнов!!
(You always, Reznov!)

(The guard begins beating up Reznov while Mason picks himself up, gets a rock and breaks the guards head open with it in one swing. The prisoners cheer)

(Mason helps Reznov up)

Mason: Reznov...

Reznov: Mason... Every journey begins with a single step

(Reznov takes the guard's keys and club)

Reznov: This! Is step 1!

Crowd: Secure the keys!

Reznov: Now, we take Vorkuta!

Crowd: Ura!

Reznov: What is step 2?

Crowd: Ascend from darkness!

Reznov: 3?

Crowd: Rain fire!

Reznov: 4?

Crowd: Unleash the horde!

Reznov: 5?