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Kostya Anton had not expected this to be how his day would go. He was surrounded by SAS soldiers with an insignia that read Task Force 141 and is currently being detained and tied up for interrogation l. The man who had him on his knees was a man with a brown mohawk and bright blue eyes with a scar going through the right one. The other man who was helping the mohawked man was dark with brown eyes and hair and had a scar on his right cheek. They made quite the pair.
As the mohawked man yanked him to his feet he growled out for him ‘to walk’ in Russian. His accent was off but he couldn’t place it rather he was focused on more important things. Specifically how he was going to get out of this situation, “Copy we have the package and we are on our way.” The dark man spoke into his coms before roughly shoving Kostya, “Get going.” he barked out.
Kostya scowled and spat at the man, but the mohawked man shoved him hard. “Don’t dae that.” He warned lowly, Kostya scowled but didn’t put up any more of a fight. Eventually, the three men made their way to where the soldiers were told to go. As they turned the final corner Kostya saw another three men and a helicopter that was idling. Before he could get a better look he was shoved again he scowled and spat curses but continued to walk until they reached the others.
“Alright, we are RTB men Nikolai get us home.” One of the newer men called out, he had muttonchops and a boonie hat. With that command, everyone loaded up Kostya last as he was hauled up and dropped onto the floor. He was left dazed as another person grabbed his arms and hauled him into the middle of the helicopter. Once he got his bearings he began to look around. The man who grabbed him last was huge he was as big as a house in all black with a skull balaclava and gloves. His eyes were chilling his brown eyes looked emotionless.
Kostya turned to face another man, he had a tan neck gaiter and gear with antennas sticking out of his helmet. light blond hair that stuck out in every direction from under the helmet and as he removed tan goggles apple green eyes could be seen peering at him. Finally, he looked over to the boonie hat man who was now smoking a cigar, his critical blue eyes bore into Kostya’s very soul. The mohawked man spoke up, “Who are ya workin for?” Kostya rolled his eyes he wasn’t going to answer their questions. The mohawked man growled but before he could do anything the skull-masked man placed a large hand on his shoulder saying nothing.
The boonie man sighed out more smoke as he eyed up Kostya, “Look if you talk now it will save you a lot of trouble besides you don’t want to be left to an angry MacTavish those scots really live up to the stigma.” Boonie man offers as he gestures to the mohawked man. Kostya remained silent. Boonie hat man sighed, “What is it with terrorists and making my job harder?” He bemoaned to himself.
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As Kostya was sitting in the interrogation room when the mohawked man, MacTavish, the dark man, and the skull-masked man walked in Interestingly enough the skull-masked man’s eyes had changed before they were brown but now one was an ice blue, contacts Kostya figured heterochromia was too distinct for such elite soldiers. The skull-masked man placed himself in the corner letting the other two take charge, MacTavish spoke first. “Who do you work for?” Kostya once again stayed silent. MacTavish pursed his lips, “Look we just want your boss you are just a pawn here, especially to your boss their not even going to send anyone to save you.” He reasoned. Kostya clinched his jaw because MacTavish had to be wrong he was useful damn it.
MacTavish continued undeteered by his silence as he crouched down to be eye level with him, “They just want tae use ye and then leave ye for the dogs when ya inevitably get caught by people like us. So just stick it tae the higher-ups and save er own arse.” Kostya wavered but still remained silent and to the side he saw movment. MacTavish sighed as he looked to the darker man, “Gaz don’t I’m trying. Give mea a few more minutes.” MacTavish asked, Kostya eyed the other man, Gaz, worriedly.
Gaz seemed unfazed as he continued forward and from the back of the room the skull-masked man spoke for the first time, “Don’t do to much damage Garrick.” Gaz showed no sign he had heard the other man as he grabbed Kostya by the hair and pulled his head back to make eye contact with him. “Look I don’t care about what you think you’r doing and I especially don’t care about your ‘loyalties’.” The last word was spoken in the verbal equivalent of quotation marks. “We need information so you either start talking or I start removing extremities.” Kostya shivered violently, but still remaining silent they couldn’t tourture him it was illegal.
However Gaz just pulled out a knife and stuck the tip into the flesh right under his nailbed, Kostya screamed and tried to jerk away only causing the knife to dig in deeper. Gaz remained unfazed as he slowly pulled out the knife before asking, “Who do you work for?” Kostya spat out “IDI NA SEBYA!” (GO FUCK YOURSELF). MacTavish responded, “Ne obyazatel'no, chtoby u nekotorykh iz nas byl kto-to, kto nas trakhnet. Ne nado proyektirovat'.”(No need some of us have someone who will fuck us. No need to project).
Kostya glared and went to insult him when Gaz placed his knife next to another nail bed. Kostya shut his mouth as he turned back to Gaz, “Who do you work for?” Gaz asked once again voice flat. He still said nothing and screamed when Gaz pushed the knife in once more. This went on for what could have been hours or days as Kostya screamed but said nothing of his boss. Eventually the skull-masked man stepped forward and pulled Gaz back before placing a boot on Kostya crotch causing the man to freeze as he looked up meeting mismatched eyes.
“I have shit to do today I thought Garrick and MacTavish would get it done by now usually they do, but I don’t have the patients they do so do me a favor answer the FUCKING QUESTION!” His voice was deep enough to vibrate bone. The man waits a few second and when he got no answer he bore his boot down hard . Kostya could barely even screem anymore his voice was almost dead. The soldier then grabbed his face and pulled out a knife placing it at the corrner of his eye, “Give me names or your loosin the eye.” His voice was flat and unbothered. Kostya spat blood at the man from a wound he had bit open inside his mouth. The blood splattered across the white mask and the soldier just tiled his head slightly before cuting his eye out. On the verge of passing out Kostya watched in disbelief as the skull-masked man observed the eye that was skewered on the knife.
Suddenly a voice spoke up from next to his head on the side his eye had been removed, “Look at that! Isnae he hot like that, covered in otheres blood as he brandishes a knife with that glint in his eye?” It was MacTavish’s voice. Kostya had to fight back bile as the skull-masked man looked up to MacTavish and waved the eye around, “I’d give it to you to keep but I had a better idea. What if we force him to eat it?” MacTavish giggled honest to God giggled before he answered, “God Lt really know how to get a guy going.”
From the other side of the room Gaz spoke up, “I don’t need to see your foreplay.” Kostya let out a small choked sob, but Gaz spoke up once more, “I don’t want to hear that either shut him up.” Kostya freaked out as he writhed, but the lieutenant didnt blink as he relented and cut the eye in half, shoving one half into his mouth and a skeletal glove forcefully closed his jaw. Kostya frantically tried to open his mouth with no luck, “I’ll let you spit it out if you answer the question.” The lieutenant told him.
Kostya nodded his head violently and his jaw was released only for him to violently throw up. Once he caught his breath after a few more rounds of bile. “Kaxbs Jidvsm! Kaxbs Jidvsm She is leader, she has Vlad Artur as second it is cover!” He answered desperately. The lieutenant tilted his head for a moment befor speaking, “We have a hit and It looks good. We are done here.” Gaz was the first to walk out followed by the lieutenant leaving MacTavish.
“Thank ye for cooperatin and giving mae such a beautiful view o my husband.” MacTavish says as he pulls out his pistol and shooting the man between the eyes.