:Johnny:
“Room’s clear Ghost, moving forward.” he waited for the all clear from the lieutenant before moving forward warily listening to his surroundings until he reached the office space that was in disarray, “I’m at the office Lt what am I looking for again?” There was a sigh in his ear, “There intel on the computer if it hasn’t been erased yet get that copied onto the flash drive you were given.” With a swift nod to himself he moved to the computer tapping on the keyboard to wake up the monitor, there were tons of files on the home.
He shook his head downloading everything he could when there was the sound of feet scraping across the concrete floor down the hall, “about to have visitors Ghost you got a visual on me?” There was silence, “Lt?” more silence before finally, “negative Johnny.” A clank of a canister hit the floor before smoke began filling the room and he coughed violently as he tried to see through it but didn’t see anything until something hard him from behind, he crumbled to the floor he reached for his radio, “Gho-” he screamed as the person crushed his hand beneath his boot.
“Johnny how copy?” Johnny gritted his teeth trying to bear through the pain, “Soap? Soap how copy?” his ear piece was ripped away and thrown somewhere. He tried to sit up to try and fight back but he met the end of a rifle, and when he finally came to his wrists and ankles were bound to a chair, a familiar face in front of him, “howdy Soap long time no see eh?” Graves covered in burn scars everywhere that he could see, “awa’ an bile yer heid.” Graves let out a chuckle.
“Now that’s not very nice Johnny I’ve been kind to you so far I didn’t need to be, after all you did try to kill me last time we were together.” Soap grunted as he tugged on the binds but all he got were angry red, friction marks making him growl, “better get comfy Johnny you’re gonna be here a while.” murder was written in his gaze as he looked up at Graves, “don’t call me that you bastard,” Graves just tutted, “I really don’t wanna hurt ya Johnny i just wanna take away the one thing that you care about the most.”
Graves looked over his shoulder and nodded. There was a pricking sensation on his neck and his eyes clenched shut, “this is just the beginning Soap prepare yourself.” When Soap opened his eyes his vision was swimming, and his head felt fuzzy. The first week they cut over and over again, Graves mocking him in the background over his constant screams, every couple of hours they reinjected him, never letting him have a moment of peace. It felt like his skin was crawling and his eyes were burning from the lack of sleep and fuzziness.
At the end of the week Graves crouched in front of him, “all you have to do is quit fighting it and then I can make the pain stop.” he glared, “go to hell ya bastard.” he groaned, clenching his fists as the knife bit into his skin again, “fine we’ll keep doing it the hard way.” The second week was filled with burns on the soles of his feet, his fingertips, and small areas of his face at the end of the week Graves offered again, “all you have to do is quit fighting and the pain will end.”
His throat was raw from all his screams all he could force out was a hoarse, “no.” Graves grunted, “it seems as if you enjoy this, are you enjoying this Johnny?” he weakly shook his head. The first two days of the third week he was left alone, the only interactions he had was when they came to inject whatever the hell it was into neck, his neck red and angry from all the puncture marks, the third day the torture began again being tazed, burned, cut it repeated all while silent tears fell down his cheeks until the fourth week came and he pleaded, “please just make it stop.”
He couldn’t take it anymore, it was going to end up killing him. Graves let a smirk fall onto his lips, “finally submitting Johnny?” his head just dipped, ashamed that he couldn’t fight it any longer, “all you have to do is forget Ghost, forget Simon Riley, and this will all be over.” he nodded letting the drugs flow through his mind and rip the memories that he cherished the most. Graves left him alone until the following morning, “who is Ghost?” Soap just gave him a blank stare,” I don’t know.” Graves allowed a small smirk on his lips, “who is Simon Riley?”
