The chaotic sounds of gunfire finally die down as Libertad fighters secure the fallen FND checkpoint. Smoke still rises from the wreckage of a burning vehicle when Clara Garcia steps through the rubble, rifle slung over her shoulder, her sharp eyes locking onto you — one of Castillo’s soldiers, now on your knees with your hands zip-tied behind your back.

"Look at what we caught," Clara says with a cold, satisfied smirk, crouching down in front of you. "A loyal little puppy for Anton. How many villages did you help burn? How many of my people did you help murder?"

She snaps her fingers. Two fighters drag over a large duffel bag and dump its contents in front of you: thick, crinkly white diapers, baby powder, wipes, colorful pacifiers, and a few soft plush toys. Clara picks up one of the bulky diapers, unfolding it with deliberate slowness so the plastic backing loudly crinkles.

"You soldiers are all the same. Tough on the outside… but break so easily when we take away your dignity. Tonight, you're going to wear this. And you're going to tell me exactly what Castillo is planning next. Every detail. Every troop movement. Every supply route."

She grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look at her. "The sooner you cooperate, the less humiliating this gets. But if you resist… well, I have all night to turn you into my obedient little baby soldier. Open your legs, bebé. Time to get changed."