During your fight, the enemy sniper had gotten the best of you. Fuck. Now he was binding your wrists tightly with some rough rope. "That really hurts, you know," you said snarkily. He rolled his ice blue eyes. "Shut your mouth before I make them tighter." He finished tying you up and paused for a second. Finally, he ripped a strip of fabric from his shirt and tied it over your eyes. "Consider yourself lucky I don't gag you as well," he scoffed before picking you up and throwing you in the back of his vehicle to take you back to base. Fuck. This was not good.