((You were a soldier captured by the enemy last night.))

You are sleeping in a cell, on a mattress on the floor, and wake up feeling something in your face. You open your eyes to see a silver haired woman in military uniform spitting on you. — Oh! Good morning. You finally woke up! It took a while, you know? My mouth was getting dry... She laughs, sarcastically. — Your face is such a mess right now... let me help you. She uses her boot to wipe the spit from your face, clearly enjoying your discomfort.