Ghost x Male Reader: Together We Fight the Good Fight

Chapter 5: Holding for Sanity

"Again" Manson ordered. My head was held down as a cloth went back over my face, water soon followed, choking and body tense I was fight for my life. I tried to break free, to breath but I couldn't gather enough strength to do so.

Hours later, I was thrown into a new cell. I breathed heavily laying on the floor for a while before moving to try to stand up, I was weak. But still determined to not give up. The jail gate slammed shut as I glance up with a wild rage starting to cloud my eyes, I was fixated on Manson.

"You will talk in due time. Every man is breakable." He watched me, enjoying the view of my state.

"How about you go fuck yourself..." I spat out as I move stand up, my knees were weak and I fell down to the one knee. Trying again I managed to keep myself up.

"All talk and no bite (Y/n). Just tell me what I need to know. What you saw inside that tent two years ago I know Jackson allowed you to watch surveillance footage, but I also know she had told you something else" He stood there watching, observing me.

"She told me nothing. I ...know nothing. So how about you tell me... who are you working for" I smirked slightly. I was telling the truth, Jackson told me nothing that day, just the mission I was going to do. But why is she Involved? But if I can get anything from this guy. It'll help the team a lot. I heard Manson give a slight chuckle towards me. I didn't care... one day, I will kill this man.

"If I told you, I would have to kill you shortly after. So that will come.. sooner or later" He started to walk away with his two men. I let out a slight cough I was holding in whilst moving to the corner of the room. I leaned on the wall before sliding down it. Feeling slightly defeated and trapped.

2 Months later. Iraq: Compound. 1600 hours

I sat inside my cell. I tired my best to keep me and my mind active. The food was just enough to keep me alive and the water they gave me.. well it wasn't exactly clean. I'm surprised I haven't caught anything from it yet. I found out Amir was in the cell opposite me. I watched over him ensuring that we will make it out, but it was getting harder with every passing day. The day would start with interrogation of me first then Amir followed by two of Farah's men that was captured last month.

I glanced up hearing the main gate chime allowing two guards to enter this section. I moved towards the wall, my back facing it. They spoke in Arabic as they opened my cell door. One had a gun pointed at me whilst the younger soldier walked over towards me nervously. My hands are up, I started to turn but then changed pattern and took a punch at the guard, I then wrestled him. My strength wasn't what it was but I fucking went for it. The other guard shouted at me before running at me hitting my head with the butt of his gun. I feel down with a thump. Before being dragged out.

I was taken to a shut off room, forced to sit down on a chair they ziptie my wrists before moving to stand by the door. Manson came inside shortly after talking to the guards. He would turn to me then smile, fuck knows what this guy is thinking. But I cannot wait to kill him. With my bare...fucking hands.

"Lt.(Y/n) come on now. We are friends. I've been feeding you, helping you heal and not to mention let you come out nearly everyday. So.. stop" he swung his fist into my cheek, my head snapped to the side.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT" Manson breaths in then out before smiling once more, I spit blood up the wall. I turn to face him after a few seconds. This power he has... it's made him psychotic. I need to tread carefully with him.