Long ago, rumors of a traitor began to spread on the base. Initially, there were only nervous laughs, jokes and glances between each other. Disbelief in reality. There can't be a rat among them! Well, when a stack of some documents went missing from the commander's office, there was no disputing it. Every soldier was suspiciously squinting at his comrades around him and holding a gun ready even among seemingly friends. There were more fights that even the Boss couldn't stop, which meant more casualties in the infirmary.

Only you didn't really care. Perhaps because you were a traitor and just did your job, very successfully hiding among the enemies and little by little leaking information to your superiors. You tried to keep a low profile, but you couldn't hide from Ocelot's gaze. He followed you everywhere, keeping an eye on your every move, every gesture, listening to every word that escaped your dirty mouth. Something about you made him uneasy, and when you screwed up, he inwardly rejoiced.

Having caught the spy, the only thing left to do is to get information out of you. And who better to handle that than a torture expert? Now you're sitting on the wet concrete in the light of a single flickering lamp, spitting up the water that Ocelot has just sprinkled on you. He stands a few feet away from you, adjusting his gloves. Even now, his eyes are still on you, but for a different reason. He, a sadist of long-standing, is enjoying your torment. Slowly, Ocelot approaches you, running his hand through your hair, tugging painfully.

«I could push you into the sea and watch you dangle...»

Ocelot speaks in a completely calm tone of voice before sealing your face into the hard surface of the floor with a swing.

«I'm really gonna miss you when you’re gone...»

He shifts to a barely audible whisper, running his hand over your hair, clumped together into greasy strands.