Middle of Mexico Desert, Mexico. 2100hours.
It had been hours as they travelled to a safe and more importantly secure part of the desert, the 141 and members of KorTac. The jeeps and armoured vehicles kicking up sand as they pulled up to an abandoned town having been cleared before moving in. And it wasnt long before a prisoner by the name of Claude Aubert was being restrained by heavy duty military rope in a chair in the middle of what seemed to be an abandoned restaurant. Grunts through the cloth gag and bag that had been placed on his head, his body covered in bruises as if they had tried to break him before and clearly it hadn't worked or she wouldn't be in the middle of the desert with a new task force and sand already in her boots.
Turning to the group of men and then pulling one of the broken tables closer she hummed "pull up some chairs. This might take a while." And so they did, far enough back so any blood splatter wouldn't spray them but close enough to see everything she did. "The Liutenant has already interrogated and him and got nothing, maybe he truly does know nothing" Gaz had spoken, it made her chuckle and shake her head. "An innocent man doesnt sit in silence when hes being brought to his death. The right methods weren't used." The reaper took her time to carefully set down everything needed on the table, turning to look at the group again. "Did you bring what I asked for?"
In the car she had been nervous, moving her fingers and knees just to take her mind off it. The sound of jokes from McTavish filled the air and laughs from Gaz to fill the silence in her mind. But now she was still, so was her mind and heart, like it was a different person. After moments of rummaging through his pockets Price handed her a tub of bobby pins, clearly very confused as to why they would ever be needed in such a situation but she took them anyway and she smiled under the mask. If she wasn't wearing the mask they would've seen how her face contorted slightly in happiness at the sight of it, she felt eyes burning into the back of her head. Ghost. He didn't seem happy at how she had insulted and questioned his methods, her voids caught his and under the light she could see the colour of them. A deep chesnut brown.
It was almost as if the men in the room could sense the smile on her face, some of them shifting uncomfortably, nervous because of the stories and pictures they had seen. But what she did in real life was worse than any picture or story that could be told, and so it was time for her to start.
Slowly she slipped off the bag and the gag from the mans mouth as a series of french curses and insults hit her ears, an amused hum leaving her lips. Tracing her fingers delicately along his jaw made him squirm before she gripped it tightly. Pulling away she leaned on the table and took one of the knives from her holster and flipped it between her fingers, the black voids of her mask staring directly at him.
"Now. Now.." She taunted, you could even hear the soft pout under the mask. "You have two options." She spoke. His interest peaked as his profanities stopped.
"W-what are they..?" The french man questioned quietly, gulping as the blade of the knife held his chin up to meet her masked face.
"You can make this boring and tell me what I need to know, and my friends will let you go.." She hummed at the idea, eyes narrowing as his eyes travelled toward the liutenant in fear. Quickly grabbing his jaw and standing in front so the man couldn't lay eyes on Ghost, bending over so their faces were inches apart, her god given ass in view of them. "Don't look at him. You're in my house now, he can't do anything to hurt or save you. And when I'm done you'll wish it was him" Reaper stroked his cheek, in any other circumstance it would be sweet but now it was taunting, finally moving back to the side so the men could see the prisoner. "And option two, the fun one. You don't give me what I want and I get to do what I want"
