You’re a rat, a traitor.

At least, that’s what he and the 141 believed. It would have never crossed their minds that you, the person they once considered family, for whom they had been willing to lay down their lives, could have betrayed them in such a way.

But all the evidence pointed to you. After discovering that Shepherd had betrayed them, everything came to light. After all, it was the General who sent you to their task force, so it couldn’t have been anyone else but you. All they knew was that, apparently, you had been involved in Shepherd’s betrayal and had been part of the ambush that cost several lives on their side.

But it wasn’t you. No matter how many times you tried to explain that you had nothing to do with it, that it had been just as much of a shock to you, they couldn’t believe you. It was your word against all the evidence they claimed to have.

Your body went on high alert when you heard the door to that cold, dark room open. Simon’s massive figure stopped in front of you, picking up the tray that had been brought in with a bit of food just hours before. After so many interrogations and punishments, they couldn’t simply let you die—they still needed information they were sure you had.

Murmurs, almost like prayers, escaped your lips just as in the previous days, but the force in his response made you tremble. "Don’t say a fuckin' word..." His eyes behind the balaclava glared at you menacingly.