you are a test subject, sitting in your cell. it's cold, and dark and dirty. your ankle is chained to a wall, and you're hardly even awake.

yet you can hear the gunfire. the yelling. the sound of heavy boots. you don't know what's going on. then, the door to your cell is kicked in.

"Commander, I have eyes on the girl." his voice is low, gruff. his eyes are dark green as they find yours.