IQ x long lost teammate

The Rescue

Day of rescue (two years later)
Y/N POV
Darkness surrounded my body for miles, stripping me of my vision and making me more vulnerable. I ran around the area in hopes of finding something, anything... But to no avail. The air became thinner as I felt less oxygen enter my lungs, a sudden heavy atmosphere crashed down onto me. I took one last look around me but was surprised to see a large mirror sitting on top of a dresser, ominously reflecting my very image. I took a few weak steps towards the dresser, nearly falling at one point, and gripped the sides of the dresser to support myself. My own pathetic reflection stared at my bloody, bruised, disgusting face, cuts littering everywhere. I deserve this. How could I be so.. pathetic? I was raised better yet I failed everyone I knew. It was obvious they didn't care for me, evident by the fact that no one had come for me. It had been two years, thankfully the 'kind' guard liked to remind me how long I had been here. My vision began to blur as I looked at my pitiful reflection one more time.

Immediately I awoke with a gasp, drenched in my own blood and a knife buried in my left leg. The blinding pain that I had blacked out to now a dull, burning pain. My arms ached at supporting my weight for too long, not that it was much anyway. I was barely fed the minimum it took to keep the human body alive. Dangling helplessly a few centimeters off the floor I started to think about why I still wished to live, why I didn't beg for death. It was pitiful really but I no longer wished to suffer here... I wished for it to end. Deafening alarms brought me back to reality, white mask soldier's quickly grabbing weapons and running to where ever, I couldn't really focus on what the alarm was saying, it was a blur to me. After a few minutes of gunshots and explosions it all went silent. It was unnerving, a building full of highly trained hostiles eliminated in a matter of minutes. They had tricked me before of course, pretended to leave the door open and my shackles loose but I was immediately met by a squad of people who beat me half to death. But never would they use so much utility to trick me, so this had to be real. The eerie silence was suddenly broken by multiple footsteps walking outside of my cell door, talking to between each other and what I assume to be a radio.
"building clear of white mask and hostages escorted to medical tents, mission was a success"
"good, report back to chopper for extraction. Great job"
My chains wrattled against the concrete beneath me, a security measure incase I was able to get out of the chains securing me off the ground again. It was the closest I had been to freedom, stopped only by a 9mm bullet being shot into my calf at the border of the land.
"hold on six there might be another hostage we haven't seen" the feminine voice stated.
With a grunt the iron door was pushed open, creaking as it swung round to the wall. A feminine gasp following suit. I tried to lift my head in a desperate attempt to see who had saved me but my body refused to listen. Heavy footsteps followed behind the woman, approaching my still figure.
"Oh God, i think I'm gonna throw up" the woman stated, repulsed by the stench and the pathetic sight of my strung up body.
The Male let out a sigh as he stood infront of me, clearly disgusted at the sight of me. Either that I was in a terrible state or that I had allowed myself to be in a terrible state.
"Six, we have a heavily injured civilian here. It seems they.. they 'focused' on this one a considerable amount." The female spoke into the radio. The person on the other end seemed to understand what she meant by 'focused' and immediately replied.
"bring them to the medical tents quickly, we have some of the best doctors there they will handle it from here"
" erm, sir. I don't think this is a civillian" the French man said.
"Care to elaborate Montagne?"
The woman walked behind me, tracing my back with her Index finger, taking care not to touch any open wound in worries of causing me more pain.
"This male has a GSG9 tattoo on his back, has the gsg9 reported any missing operatives recently?" The woman asked. I remembered getting that tattoo, a dumb decision that me, demi ic and Marius decided to do while drunk. We awoke to slightly bloodied beds, a burning pain in our backs and a pissed off Julius.
"No.. no they haven't... Bring him to the chopper and have doc check him out, then see if any of our German operatives can get in contact with their old superiors to they and identify him " came the voice over the radio.
Why do they care?
Suddenly, my chains were yanked from the wall and I felt myself hoisted up by the two figures, my arms draped around both of their shoulders.
"are you alright? Can you speak?" came the concerned voice from the ginger woman.
I tried to speak but words wouldn't come out. Seems I'm either too exhausted or my body is just refusing to speak. Now that I think about it, when did I last speak?
"It seems not for now, dont worry we have the best Doctor to attend to you. You'll be fine in no time" the same woman stated, causing me to Internally chuckle. Who would waste their time on someone as pathetic as me?
Eventually we exited the building, my eyes struggling to see under the harsh Ray's of the sun. Before long I was dragged onto an aircraft, being placed on a cushioned seat. Without the support of the people holding me I collided with the metal wall, lieing on it while dripping blood slowly onto my surroundings. The woman cringed slightly, letting out a string of apologies to my uncaring face.
"merde.. how long have you been suffering my friend?" A man with a thick French accent asked.
"..." I didn't even attempt to speak, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to. My eyes glanced to the people who had took me here, but I could only see one of them. A giant of a man with a metal shield sat on his back.
"He can't speak, hasn't since we found him" the mountain replied for me.
"Hmm" the French man took out a syringe and slowly pierced the flesh in my wrist before pushing the plu ger down. Almost instantly, the unbearable pain I was experiencing dulled to a severe ache which I was thankful for. My attention was grabbed by a Brazilian woman sitting next to me, poking and prodding my broken body. She gripped my jaw before yanking it open, looking inside my mouth for a few seconds before closing it. The two men gave her a weird, almost angry look.
"In my professional opinion he has undergone alot of the same techniques I use, just not well. They are rough and always leave him bordering on death. The Inside of his mouth is mostly intact, meaning he's choosing to be Mute. My estimate can only take me to atleast eight months, after that prisoners tend to exhibit the same behaviour until insanity." She replied, I only stared at her in confusion, to which she flashed me a small smile and a wink.

After they examined me I reflected on what had happened in that building, the brutalisation my mind and body had experienced for two years straight. I started to drift off again, my isolated prison I had crafted from the broken remnants of my mind starting to invite me in until I heard a womans voice. The same one crying out for me from the radio all those years ago.
"Y/N?"
With great struggle I finally lifted my head up, my dead eyes locking with her bright blue ones. Tears trickled down her face as she slowly stepped towards me in shock.
"Your.. alive?" She questioned, quickly glancing down to my battered body. She looked primed to jump me but the French man swiftly grabbed her shoulder.
"Keep in mind that the slightest movement could trigger an internal bleed, please be careful." He stated before letting go. She reluctantly sat down, though she sat as close to me as possible.
"I thought you died, you didn't respond and when those two bombs went off I thought you were gone" she stated, though i didn't reply. It was too difficult.
"Rest for now, two years in that hellhole I bet the first thing you want is a good rest" she told me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. My body leaned down onto hers without meaning too and before I knew it I was out, though this time into a peaceful sleep.
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