Adler Russell x Reader - CALL OF DUTY: BLACK OPS COLD WAR - "Our secret scars"

Familiar voices

I wake up rubbing my eyes, from a night without dreams.
I feel a cold sensation around me; I've must slept without my blanket.
My arm is lying down on something cold, probably the bed's metal.
Strangely, I don't hear nobody screaming to get up of bed and go on mission.
Did I wake up earlier?
Oh, right, we have some weeks before going into the next mission.
And I won't take part of it. I sigh. Well, more relax for me.
As my touch comes back I realize I was sleeping on something different than my mattress. Did I slept on Adler?
I remember we fell asleep together.
I move around my arm, searching for him but I  touch something different. A leather bed.
What the fuck?
As I open my eyes a flashlight points in my direction.
"Uhg! Put that thing away!" - I say.
I try to cover my eyes from the intense light but I realize my entire body is tied up to the bed.
"What's happening?" - I ask confused.
No answers.
I wiggle and try to free myself but it's useless; the straps are too tight.
"Let me go! What do you want?!"
Finally someone moved the flashlight away but the big spots due to the light cover people's faces around me.
"She's awake." - says a man.
"I think the process is working. The somministration of this medicine, images and videos are making her surrender." - a female speaks.
These voices, again...
"How long does it will take?" - a deep voice asks from a corner.
"I think.. maybe one month? She's strong, I didn't expect that." - the woman comes near to me. I can smell from her hands the worst cigarette in this world, while she's touching my face with some leather gloves.
Where did I've already saw them?
I'm too weak to say anything else, I'm loosing my power.
I turn my head and notice a drip in my vein.
Shit. Who did this to me?
I try to stay focus but it's almost impossible.
They all come near to me.
I need to see their faces. I need to know who they are.
But even if I try, all I can see is half of their bodies, their faces are blurred, censored by my mind and the light.
"For the last time, will you cooperate?" - the man in the middle takes a step forward.
His tone is almost imploring, not as the other man with the deep voice.
He's smelling like mint and cigar. Better than the woman.
With half-closed eyes I look at him.
The room is spinning around and make me nauseous.
"I-..."
I throw up and cover myself with a disgusting mess.
What kind of enemy does this to his rival?
Just let me die already.
"This is a waist of time." - sigh another soldier from behind.
"You must have faith." - repeat the woman. She has a strong British accent. "This is an infallible method-"
"Well, fuck you and your method! It's not working and we need informations! How can we capture him if he's hiding like a mole?!" - the guy with a deep voice punch the table.
The sound echoes in the room as everyone get silent.
"Calm down. Don't talk to her like this. If this won't work out we'll find another solution, another soldier of them. Maybe he'll speak without even the torture." - speaks a calm voice, defending the woman.
"This seems like a torture to me." - speaks the one with mint and cigar breath. "Look at her, how far do you want to go? It's not about the war anymore but humanity."
"Like do you care, sun-glasses boy." - another chuckles.
The man shakes his head to reply and cleans me from my vomit.
"We have killed many people, that's true, but everyone was guilty." - he continues.
"And she isn't?! She's helping one of the biggest criminals in the world!" - someone points a finger on me.
What are they talking about? I don't remember why I'm here...
"Of course she is. And we ended their lives before they even realize what was going on. But we can't just let Bell suffer."
"Bell? Is that the name you gave her?" - asks the woman.
"I- I was ordered to give her a name so I did. To fill her new documents." - he explains.
"Don't forget to invent a story of her childhood."
I can't get the logical sense of all this.
"Check her brain activity. She must be ready to be submitted to the videos."
They start to fill some papers with words I can't  read.  The woman checks a monitor connected to a bunch of electrodes on my head.
I want to throw them away with the drip, but I can barely move my arm.