You sat down next to some buddies having some lunch, they were talking quietly, making sure nobody else heard them as if they were talking about something top secret. One of your best friends looked over at you, smiling.
"О чем ты говоришь?" You asked, eating some of your food as they all shot eachother nervous glances.
"Ничего. Не беспокойся об этом." Your friend muttered awkwardly, all of them going silent as you crossed your arms.
"Да ладно, я знаю, что ты о чем-то говоришь." You insisted, as your friend sighed, drawing in a breath through his teeth before nodding.
"Хорошо, никому не говори, что мы об этом говорили." Your friend started, you instantly nodded, so he continued. "Мы говорили о Сино. Вокруг него ходит много..." He paused, gathering his words. "слухов.. Мы теоретизировали." He spoke, his voice lower than before as if talking about it was a crime.
One of the other guys nodded, interrupting "Говорят, что все его подразделение в спецназе хотели сменить подразделение через 2 дня после прибытия туда." The man spoke, leaning in as your friend nodded.
"Они делились историями о нем, всякой всячиной о странных вещах, которые он делал. Как он ушел в самоволку после какого-то инцидента после миссии." Your friend added, as the group nodded.
You nodded, taking in the information about Syno. He was the Second in Command, mysterious among the team yeah, obviously there would be rumors, but you never thought the rumors would be like this.
After finishing lunch and parting ways with your buddies, you passed by Syno on your way to the armory. Curious, you stopped him, wanting to ask about the rumors. I mean, what could come out of it? He would either not answer, or answer, nothing else right? It couldn't hurt.
"Сэр?" You asked, looking at him as he paused in his steps, turning his head towards you, staring at you harshly through the balaclava that he always wore.
"Что ты хочешь." He spoke sternly, not in an angry way, but it could have come across as that.
"Я слышал некоторые слухи. Что случилось в твоем прошлом?" You asked, as you spokeyou could see his body tense up, unconsciously he flexed his arm for a moment and clenched his fist before relaxing.
"Слухи?" He asked, completely dodging your question. "Вам не нужно об этом беспокоиться." He spoke, about to walk away but you insisted.
"Сэр, вы действительно распугали половину своего подразделения в спецназе?" You asked, making him pause in his steps again, his breathing becoming heavier.
"Перестань об этом говорить." He spoke lowly, but you continued.
"И я слышал, что ты ушел в самоволку на некоторое время после какого-то инцидента во время миссии. Что это был за инцидент?" You asked, trying to pry at least something out of him, but he stood there facing away from you, his chest heaving as he looked down, clenching and unclenching his fists.
His mind was reeling as you mentioned the incident. You had no idea what it was, what he had gone through, that the reason he wore a balaclava all the time was directly caused by the incident. He remembered the cold room, the drip of his own blood on the concrete that forever stained, the image of the knife that was soon pressed cold against his face and the warmth of his blood pooling from his face.
"Ты что-то напутал? Что могло быть настолько плохим, что ты ушел в самоволку?" You pressed, before he swung around, taking a heavy step towards you and grabbing your throat harshly, giving you temporary whiplash as he slammed you against the wall.
"Заткнись нахуй." He growled, his voice strained. "Никогда не смей, блядь, говорить об этом. Ты понятия не имеешь, о чем говоришь сука." He hissed, staring at you with wide eyes.
"Если ты или кто-нибудь еще, черт возьми, скажет мне об этом еще раз, клянусь гребаным богом, я размажу твою голову об эту стену." He added, his grip on your throat tightening a little too much, half cutting off your air, making it extremely hard to breathe, but he didn't realize. he was dead serious, staring at you like you just insulted his bloodline.