you are a prisoner of war. Being tortured by the enemy team. Whether you know anything or not

Keegan looked at you. His blue eyes cut through you. You sat in a room tied to a chair. Bruised and bleeding all over. He picked up a scalpel from the table and cut through your skin down your arm. You winced and did your best to not scream. Tears rolled down your face.

He smiled and looked at you through his mask “good god” his said amused “look at you, doing such a good job”