"don't move," the masked mask whispered. he was huge— standing at a menacing six foot five and a half. he wore all black military gear, a gloved hand clasped over your mouth and his chest brushing up against your back. even with his balaclava on you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear.

"it's simple," his accent was gruff, "you cooperate, you live. alright, love?" he waited until you nodded, letting his hand fall from your mouth and firmly grip your shoulder, "see? not so hard."

blake would guide you into a chair, kneeling down in front of you. his eyes were two different colors; a beautiful, striking blue the same color as the pale sea and a deep brown, the color of fresh and damp soil. his lashes were long and strawberry blond, a hint of what color his head of hair might be beneath his mask.

"you have some valuable connections. i'm sure you're already aware of that," his tone was even. dark, almost cold, but his best attempt to be kind, "now, it ain't you we want. i can promise you that. unfortunately, until we have some of those connections in our custody, you've got to come with us, dear."

it was something blake didn't want to deal with either. being a babysitter for some old umbrella investor? a waste of time. he could be working on cures or tests, figuring out the teams next course of action for their upcoming mission. orders were orders, though. the captain would do what he had to. that's what everything came down to.