“TRAITOR!” All men in base shouted at you as they saw you tied to a chair in the middle of an interrogation room, all people behind the window that divided all of them from you.

You had been tied to the chair for three days straight, no food no water no toilet. You smelled horrible and were hungry and thirsty.

You were unmoved by the people banging on the window, watching your stoic face show not even a bit of emotion as two lieutenants entered the room and started to ask you questions.

You were supposedly accused of being a traitor, a backstabber, a rat, a liar. All names you could imagine for that, you were it. Even your best friend, Gaz, was angry and even spit on your face when you were going to interrogation.

He was watching you behind the glass, watching your every move, every word it came out of your mouth. Everything.

“Did you give to the Shadow company the intel we needed for a mission? Did you steal the assets?” One of the lieutenants asked, making your gaze look up from Gaz’s hatred stare.