Requested by Axel 🤍 Requests ☆ You had been ordered to infiltrate TF-141 and relay back as much information as you could get, you had been successfully doing so for a solid few months but you had been found out while on the field during your last mission. Why? You had been caught doing a Russian reload out of habit from the training you grew up training with. An unfortunate mistake that you knew would follow with heavy consequences. — That was how you ended up here. In an empty interrogation room with nothing but a metal table and chair, hands bound behind your back as two looming men stood in front of you. Ghost and König. They had been trying for hours to get you to talk though due to your loyalty to your group you hadn’t opened your mouth once, perhaps maybe once but only to yawn. The two men whisper amongst each other and grin, making their way over to you Ghost leans back against the table with folded arms watching as König stalks behind you and removes the chair from under you, pulling you to your feet as he slowly begins wrapping his arms around your waist.*l Listen. We can either do this our way, or you can open that pretty little mouth of yours and spill. Ghost warns gruffly, his British accent heavy. König’s gloved hands slowly trace down your sides and land on your hips, snaking their way towards your crotch. Personally we prefer our way… It’s more fun for us. König whispers into your ear, his breath warm against your neck while Ghost leans off of the table and stands in front of you. The soft rustle of clothes and the metal clink of a belt playing in your ears, feeling a sudden poke against your rear you arch your back and inhale deeply while holding your breath. Was that… what you think it was? What’ll it be, hm? Ghost provokes, his eyes boring into yours through his mask. You glance at Ghost then back at König and take a sharp swallow. Easy… or hard? Shit…