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Soap - Truth Serum

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"S-Soap? You there?" I winced as I woke up, weakly calling out for the man I took this unfortunate mission with.
"Right here Y/n" he sighed out from behind me. We were back to back, both tied to cheap metal chairs. The mission was supposed to go smoothly. We get in, defuse the bomb, get out. Instead - we got in, defused the bomb and got knocked out. I probably have a massive lump on my forehead from them.
"This isn't good Soap. We need to get out of here. What will they do to us?" I fidgeted, looking around the room for any way out of here, any way to cut us from the ropes that bound us.
"Calm down, okay? We'll make it out of here, just trust me." His voice was gentle as he tried to soothe me.

"Oh you will, will you?" A door opened, revealing a man with a smug grin on his lips. He wore an apron painted with splatters of blood, in his hand was two syringes. Two guards followed him in and the door was shut behind them. The room was cold enough but this man made it seem even colder. A shiver ran down my spine.
"Well, if you really think you'll make it out of here, you'll have to answer my questions honestly. If I don't get what I want, I'll try these little syringes on you and you'll get to experience their full effect when I start sawing. Make sense?" The man wiggled the syringes in his hand, staring at the both of us. He was side on from both of us but I didn't look at him, and neither did Soap. We were silent, remembering what we were trained to do.

"No answer, huh? No self preservation... no heroics for your partner?" He thought, humming to himself. "How did you find out about the bomb?" He asked.
We were silent. We weren't going to answer his questions, let alone correct him calling us partners.
"How did you find out about how to defuse the bomb?" He continued to question. There was no answer. I felt Soaps finger reach out and link with mine as our hands were tied close together. It was comforting.
"How did you find the location of the bomb? Is there an informant?" Another one of the man's questions going unanswered made him sigh. "You really want me to use the serum, huh..."

I didn't even see him coming up to me before a needle was stuck into my neck. I yelped out in pain, the serum flowing into me, burning and stinging. The needle wasn't even thin enough to not feel. My body fully tensed and I violently shook in my chair as he continued to empty the syringe out into me.
"Y/n! Get your hands off of them or so help me god-" Soap yelled out, struggling in his restraints.
"Don't worry, you'll get your shot too," the man spoke with an audible grin, his other hand reaching out and stabbing the other syringe into Soaps neck as he was still emptying mine. I slouched over when he took the syringe out of my neck but I could still feel soap struggling behind me. I curled my finger around his as he had done earlier. He squeezed my finger hard.

The man gave us a few minutes for the serum to take effect. It made me feel sick. The room swayed, my head hurt and I was starting to feel a mix of high with drunkenness. A truth serum? How would he have that?

"Let's restart. What are your names?"
Silence no longer seemed like an option, not because it was impossible but because words wanted to flow out of my mouth.
"Soap" I grinned, answering so extremely truthfully
"I'm Y/n," Soap did the same. The man groaned out in annoyance.
"I know your goddamn names, enough to know you two are idiots." He turned around and looked to a table on wheels. It had many drawers, but the signs of what is was for were already resting on top. Saws, drills, knives - that sort of thing. Not intimidating at all. Truthfully, I mean. The serum worked wonders on the nerves

"Okay I was joking- they're soap, you're Y/n." Soap chuckled. The man only sighed and ignored us as he set up his weapons.
"No, you're Y/n, he's soap." I argued, rolling my eyes.
"You're right, my apologies, honey." He swayed his head happily.
"Damn right, we raise three lovely kids for you to not even remember your own name - that's why little Tim is telling his friends his daddy was in world war 2." I tutted.
"You have kids, huh?" The man spun on his heel, excitement in his voice, "wouldn't want to leave them parentless, would you?"
"Oh no, we wouldn't... if the kids were real..." Soap laughed again. The man was immediately angered, fist swinging around right into soaps jaw, silencing his laughter with a new bruise.
"From now on you speak when spoken to. You hear me? And you only speak the truth." He reached over and grabbed a knife from his table before pointing it at the two of us. We both nodded obediently.