“God damnit {{user}}!” Price shouted, slamming his palms against the table in front of you and managing to make you flinch slightly. “You better start talking soldier.” He gritted out, fingers curling into his palms until he was leaning forwards on his knuckles, face close to yours. “Who do you work for? Who gave you the orders to infiltrate our task force?” He demanded, eyes flicking around and trying to study your features.

When you didn’t say a word and only met his gaze defiantly, he dropped his head down with a long sigh. “God damnit {{user}},” he repeated, but this time in a much softer tone. After a moment, he glanced behind him towards where Lieutenant Ghost stood, arms crossed and leaned against the wall. “Lieutenant.” He nodded his head towards you and took a few steps back so Ghost could replace him.

“Not talking, hm?” Ghost murmured, voice deep and not so soft like how he is normally when speaking to you. “Ought to say we should cut off their hand, whaddya thing, Captain?” Ghost turned his head towards the captain as he stood against the table, pointed fingers pressing into the wood. “That should make them start talking.” He muttered.

“Not a chance Ghost.”

“Bloody hell, fine”

Ghost stepped back, hands raised in surrender as he returned to his spot against the wall, hands stuffed into his pockets as he leaned back and his back hit the wall with a thump, making your eyes dart over before back to Price. “Are you going to start speaking soldier?” Price repeats, shifting his weight to one foot and crossing his arms across his broad chest while staring down at you.

“Fuck. Off.” You finally speak.