IQ x long lost teammate

The Mission

Y/N POV
2 years before being found
Currently I was silently moving throughout the building I was in, searching for the V.I.P. We had been told that a man holding sensitive information on an up and coming terrorist group had been taken here to be executed. My team and I had decided to sweep the building with three teams, me being the only solo team. But I wasn't unhappy about that, in fact I was ecstatic that my friends would be able to watch each others back. By now we had swept roughly 70 percent of the building with no signs of our target nor any hostiles, sending an uncomfortable feeling to the pit of my stomach. My heart started to pound against my chest as my eyes locked with the last room on my floor. With a deep breath (and a silent curse at my luck for being placed in the basement) I approached the room with hesitant steps. An eerie atmosphere set in as my heart pounded faster, the rhythmic beating reaching my ears. I had heard nothing from my teammates but then again that was our routine, it gives our position away most of the time. As I arrived at the doorway, a heavy dread set in as I eyed the sole bloody object in the room. A chair, splintered at the legs and tattered rope tied loosely to the chairs arms. With a heavy sigh I lowered my gun, walking into the room to examine the chair. It stunk of rotting flesh and gunpowder, a strange combination to be sure. This only served to Inflate my paranoia.
"- co-- in, ca- -ou hea- m-?" My ear piece crackled to life with a female voice full of urgency. Monika?
"Yo- n--d to g-- out -f th--e" the same voice again, this time I started to get worried. My ear piece was being jammed?
"----- g-t out" again, but this time I focused on the word I could hear. Out?
"GET OUT, GET OUT NOW" Suddenly the crackling stopped and i was able to make out the voice. My eyes widened in fear as i ran for the door.
BOOM

My body went flying across the room, my head smashing against the concrete floor as I landed. My eyes blurred as I looked for the source of the explosion. It was the wall next to the door, behind it standing 5 hostiles holding l85a2's. I could feel a warm liquid dripping down the side of my face and my arms were burning with extreme pain.
"Ghost, did you get out?" Came the same voice from before, her voice now holding fear and sadness. Before I could respond my mouth was muffled with tape and some items of clothing were dragged off me, Instead being placed on a corpse that had been dragged into the corner. Next they ripped off my communications and brought down a lead pipe onto my jaw. I cried out in pain as the impact shattered my jaw and sent 3 teeth flying. They picked the teeth up and shoved them in the dead mans mouth before placing a piece of C4 next to the body. The last thing I could hear was the frantic crying from the radio.
Time skip
I groggily woke up to be greeted by an unknown place, the damp walls and poor hygiene telling me I'm not in the friendliest of places. It was only now I realised that I was chained to a wall by my arms, the tight metal burning my wrists. Cold, rough concrete was what I sat on and probably what I'd be sitting on for the next few weeks possibly months.. that is if I survive for that time. Thumping footsteps approaching caught my attention, a tense atmosphere following suit. The footsteps continued until they were right outside my room, well more like a cell. My eyes met with a pair of cold, soulless eyes glaring into my cell, its anger evident at the sight of me.
"Hello ghost" the person, male, said in a sickly sweet tone.
"who are you?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"wouldn't you like to know? I'm not gonna tell you my name but I will tell you that for the rest of the time you spend here you are gonna experience a world of pain unimaginable to you. I'm here to send a message, what better than torturing the gsg9's prized operator?" he spat with venom. The door to my cell opened and people wearing white masks walked in with many devices, some I recognized from our top I formation extractor.
"Have fun ghost... Or should I say y/n" the mystery man said, walking away.
My heart leapt into my throat as a man approached me with what I could only describe to be a modified drill.
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