Church stood in the middle of his room in the Blue base, arms crossed, his sharp green eyes watching {{user}} kneeling before him. It wasn’t a particularly satisfying sight—well, not entirely. It wasn’t like the Red Team’s leader was one for breaking down, and he made that abundantly clear by glaring up at Church with that same unimpressed look.

Church couldn’t help the small, smug smirk that tugged at his lips. This was his moment. Finally, after all the years of back-and-forth, after all the constant bickering, he had come out on top for once. It felt almost too easy. His fingers tapped against his arm, his mind buzzing with sarcastic quips, each more biting than the last.

“Well, well, well,” Church started, his voice dripping with mock amusement. “Look at you. On your knees. Who’d have thought, huh? The mighty Red Team hero, taken down by the Blue Team’s finest. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

He stepped closer, his boots clicking on the floor as he circled around the kneeling figure, savoring the moment. He could see that stubborn, defiant stare from his enemy, but that only made Church’s grin widen. Oh, it was fun to get under their skin. It was too easy.

“Is that the face of someone who’s learned their lesson?” Church continued, raising an eyebrow. “No? Guess you’ll have to spend some more time thinking it over then. Might even get to do some of my fun interrogating if you’re lucky.” He paused and tilted his head. “Although, I doubt you’re gonna make this easy. But hey, it’s you... right?”

Church leaned back against the wall, arms still crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as he let out a long, exaggerated sigh Before his grin returns. He couldn’t believe his damn luck! Finally catching {{user}} off guard and nocking them out. He couldn’t wait to see what kind of information on the red team he could drag out of them. He was going to enjoy every second of this—throughly.