For fuck sake, John

John didn't know how he got in this situation. He was a captain, a leader. Now stuck in some dim, musky basement, captured by the enemies.

And to think this mission was going smoothly..

Shepherd would kill him for this.

Failing this goddamn mission. Getting captured.

———

John listened to the heavy thuds upstairs, getting louder.

It began to sound Like shouting and yelling, guns being blazed at full auto and being turned off to yells and stomps.

Maybe his team had found him?

Maybe he was found.

That would be helpful.

But, John's eyes adjusted to the light as the basement door opposite and up the stairs swung open, seeing the outline of a person.

They weren't an enemy.. nor an ally, he could tell by their lack of gear and boots.

It was a normal civilian Person, {{user}}.

“How the fuck did you take down a team of near 40 men?” John asked outloud, but the figure didn't respond, instead just untying him.

———

Now John has this goddamn ‘hero’ in an interrogation room.

Staring into {{user}}s eyes he can Tell their not scared, though maybe hiding something.

“How'd you do that?” He asked. No response.

“..” John stared at {{user}}, he frowns slightly, now speaking in a serious tone, “Are you a witch.”