Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

God knows how long I was unconscious but when I awoke my head was sore and there were bright lights glaring down at me, I looked up and saw Graves with a Shadow next to him. I tried to move but soon realised I was tied to a chair and was in a interrogation room, I tried to move my wrists again but they were restrained behind the back of the chair. I groaned as I looked up at his face and saw his little smirk again, I hated his sadistic little smirk. "Morning, princess~" he hummed as he moved closer to me, the shadow staying at attention by the door. clutching his rifle to his chest, much like the way I used to stand. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions.. and you'll answer honestly, yes?" Graves continued as he walked behind me, grazing his hand along my shoulders and back as he spoke. I gave no response to his words but instead instituted my own question into this one sided discussion. "Why is he here." I said as more of a statement rather than a question, my eyes locked on the Shadow soldier and I could see in his body language him getting uncomfortable beneath my gaze .

He rested behind me, leaving his hands on my shoulder as he lowered his head next to my ear. "He's here to do the dirty work since I wouldn't dare to lay a go on you... or at least not violently.." he said as I felt his thumbs rubbing into my shoulder blades, almost as if massaging me but if he was trying to do that, he was doing a pretty shit job. His words disgusted me but luckily it seemed that I wasn't the only one as I could see beneath the Shadow Soldiers face he too pulled a uncomfortable expression too. The soldier simply nodded in response to his first statement and Graves slowly pulled back from my ear which at least allowed me to loosen up a little. I'll admit that I felt a bit safer that the it wasn't just Graves and i alone and that there was someone else, even if that person was intended to hurt me, it was better than just being with Graves alone.

"Let's get to it.. Where's Laswell?" He asked as he stepped away from behind me and instead now he stood at the side of me, peering down upon my face but my eyes were fixed on the soldier rather than him which Graves didn't seem to pleased about. "Who the fuck's Laswell?" I asked as for a moment my eyes moved back to his, his smirk seemed to hide when he heard me response. "Laswell. Where is she." His tone wasn't as soft as it was originally. "You chose the wrong person to hold hostage, I have no clue who Laswell is" I said back, being bluntly honest with him. He stood up straight and walked over to the Shadow, giving him a nod as he passed and stood by the door. My eyes trailed over the Shadow as he approached me, slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he approached. He didn't seem to old or young, maybe around 26 or 27? Hard to tell when he was wearing all that kit and his face was hidden beneath a balaclava and blackout glasses.

I was dragged out of my thoughts when I heard his voice. "I'm sorry" he whispered beneath his breath as he got closer but before I could react or respond he delivered a powerful and painful hard punch to my stomach. I was completely caught off guard and winded as I let out a wheeze as the shock shot through my chest and torso, fucking hell could that soldier punch. "Fuck was that for?!" I yelled as I glared up at the soldiers face, my voice was weak and  out of breath yet it was still audible that I was pissed. He quickly turned around and walked back to where he originally stood while Graves came back over to me. "Because you lied, I told you not to do that." He said as he stood in front of me and looked down at me as I breathed heavily, slightly struggling to recover after that punch. "I didn't lie! I really don't know who Laswell is!" I pleaded back as his expression seemed to twist into a hint of confusion, he shook his head and took a step back. "Impossible.." he said as he signalled to the soldier with his hand and the soldier nodded in response again but this time his nod was more hesitant.

The soldier approached me again and I couldn't help but look up at him with fear as he got closer. This time the the punch was to my face, it send a shock of pain through my skull and down my spine causing my head to jolt back from the power and my neck to bend over the back of the chair. I clenched my teeth tightly as the pain set in. The soldier turned away quickly and walked back to his area, Graves coming back again. I could feel blood trickle down to my lips from my nose from the punch, my nose was definitely if anything broken. "I didn't want to ruin your pretty face but it seemed I had no choice.." Graves said somewhat sadly as his finger drifted over my upper lip, half wiping and half smudging the blood away from my mouth. I stared up into his eyes as he did this, a taste of metal and a form of hate speech lingering on my tongue.