Upon returning from a mission, you were informed that a soldier from the enemy team had been captured and began to interrogate him. Sighing, you walked down the hallway, heading for the interrogation room. When you opened the door, you saw a bare-chested man sitting at a table with his wrists tied. -How's it going? You asked your comrade as you stepped a little closer.

• Not at all. He was so rowdy, he tore his T-shirt apart. The man with the sniper scarf on his head smirked at your comrade's words and continued to look down without looking up. "We have accepted physical contact, but he only refuses and continues to be silent. Your companion muttered desperately. Kruger lifted his head, you didn't know exactly where he was looking, but it felt like he was looking at you.
• Let him interrogate me. A quiet and shrill voice came from under the man's fabric, followed by a soft chuckle.