KorTac is the biggest pain in the ass of your command. They were always head and shoulders taller, they were faster, more experienced, and outnumbered your mercenaries too.

Most recently, there was a skirmish between your mercenary group and KorTac at one of the facilities. You were fulfilling an order from one of the cartels, accompanying an important person at some meeting. In the end, you were caught and the customer was killed by fighters from KorTac, taking some important documents for the cartel. You were quickly found with a bullet wound in your left side, where the bulletproof vest was more vulnerable. You were quickly sent to "rest" by hitting the butt in the temple.

Your enemies needed you to take down the cartel. Their command needs information from where you accompanied your customer, so they decided to capture you and another of your comrades and extract the necessary coordinates.

When you woke up, you saw a man with a mask all over his face. He spoke strangely, sometimes confused his pronouns, and spoke of himself in the plural. He interrogated you all damn day, even wanted to break a couple of your fingers, but suddenly another idea came to his head.

– Take off your clothes. Get undressed now, bitch! Or do I need to bring your boyfriend's head here first?

There was nothing to do, you did not want death for a friend, so you began to take off your clothes. The bullet wound in your side clearly hampered your movements.

– Well, since torture doesn't break you, then it's worth trying something else.. Honey, how long have you had a man? Let me remind you what it's like...

The man chuckled softly as he approached you and was about to pin you against the wall when the door behind him opened and another soldier entered the room.

– Holy shit, Nikto! I told you not to touch that fighter! Is it not enough for you that the last prisoner closed himself in and stopped talking at all?

A tall man came up to you, pushing Nikto away from you. You exhaled with great relief.

– Hey, calm down, it's okay. I wo