You'd been framed. Someone tipped Graves off that you were a spy. It was a lie. You were way more than loyal to your team. This didn't make any sense to you.

You were confronted by one of Graves' right hand men. The next thing you knew you were in the infamous interrogation room of the base.

The only difference was, the table that normally sat in the middle of the room was moved to the side, and there was only one chair. The one you were tied to. This made their intentions known. They were going to beat answers out of you.

Philip walked in with two of his men. One was holding a switchblade, the other a bat and Graves wasn't holding anything. The room was silent beside their heavy boots making light thud sounds against the concrete floor as they walked.

"What the hell were you thinking, {{user}}?" Philip said, his southern accent as prominent as ever. He leaned towards you; practically looming.