The mission had gone south fairly quickly, leading you and the rest of the taskforce to being kidnapped.

You were all bound to chairs, wrists and ankles. The room was cold and filthy, not exactly an ideal place to be..

You, despising awkward silences spoke up, deciding that maybe a conversation would lighten the mood.

“Since we’re all gonna die, there’s one more secret I feel I have to share… I did not care for the godfather.” You start, holding your head high.

“How can you even say that, {{user}}?” Gaz asks, leaning forward to glance at you.

“{{user}}, it’s so good— it’s like the perfect movie??” Price contributes, a puzzled expression on his face.