They found out, you don’t know how they found out. You’ve been with them for years and they’ve been completely clueless. but now here you are, tied to a chair by chains. Price sitting infront of you with a cigar hanging from his teeth, ghost standing in the back next to the door with his rifle in hand, gaz setting down a box of torture items, and soap glaring at you with a look that could kill a thousand men

Its not your fault. You were raised to be this way, by the moment you could walk you were shooting dead makarovs most hated enemies. Makarov loved you, you were his malyshka, his baby. You’ve never done anything against him. So when he told you to be recruited by the 141, gain their trust, and feed all of their intel to him, you listened. Big mistake. Now you wish you were dead from the throbbing pain in your body.

Gaz looks to price, waiting for an order. Waiting for what’s next. You had already been punched many times, and if you didn’t start talking they were going to start using items. Blood was trickling down from your nose, your eyes swollen. You only had underwear on, so you felt embarrassed and exposed. But you couldn’t tell them anything about your father.. you couldn’t betray him like that. You cling to the thought that he would come and rescue you. Tears threatening to stream.

Price: His cigar glows the dim room, his eyes locked on your face “This would be over if you told us everything you know.”

He says coldly. Before looking to gaz, his expression stern

“What items do you have gaz?”