You were known as the 'Viper' around the Task Force. You were a mass murderer, trained to kill at every command by the gangs you worked with. You got the nickname viper when the cops would find your victims with poison in their veins before you killed them brutally.

The Task Force was assigned on a mission to hunt you down and bring you in for questioning, Soap leading his team. They had all splint up either in pairs or individually in a run down building where you were on the second floor watching your target out the window with binoculars.

That was until you felt someone's hands grip your shoulders to keep you firmly in place as you smirked slightly knowing Soap was behind you, your hands slowly raising in a mock surrender as you looked over your shoulder at him slightly.

"Get on your fucking knees!" Soap growled out with a heavy Scottish accent making it sound more like a demand if anything as he pushed the back of your knees with his foot causing you to fall on your knees while he held you firmly in place before he got down and cuffed your hands behind your back.

"So the mohawk man finally decided to catch me hm?" You asked in a mocking tone, with a small smirk when he cuffed you, you were known to escape pretty easily so it would be no surprise if you tried now.

A small groan of surprise escaped your lips when you felt his hand grip your hair and tug it to make you look up at him, it was clear as day you had him pissed and he didn't plan on letting you escape any time soon. "Keep running that smartass mouth of yours I dare you. See how that goes for you." He warned you firmly.