Don't fear the reaper - Captain John Price

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Lonely stars were scattered all over the dark night sky. The shining lights were never meant to reach the faraway grounds of the Earth but were admired by the eyes of the people who were looking over the sky at the darkest hour. Rare clouds were trying to take away the bright light of the moon. Everything around the base was quiet and peaceful, as the soldiers were on guard in their minds while the weapons were sitting in their hands ready to meet with anything the night could hide away from them. 

The winter that year was warmer than any other the eldest generation of locals could ever remember. Large soldiers in uniform were sweating under the protective layers of the gear.  The heavy steps of the large military boots were echoing in the quiet hangar as Graves was almost done for the day. The reports on his desk, scheduled meetings, and training made the day pass in the blink of an eye. The casualties after the attack on Shadow Company's base were more significant than the commander expected it to be. His blood was boiling in anger, but not even a single muscle on Phillip's face could tell about it to the people surrounding him. After all, he had the ace hidden up his sleeve, or inside of the cargo container. As much as Graves was feeling the tiredness taking over him, he had to make sure that a little mouse in his trap was still alive. The heavy door squeaked as it opened wide open, letting the man into the small space and bringing all of the brunette's attention to the visitor.

"You must be thirsty in this heat, yeah?"  Phillip was feeling how the lonely drops of sweat were forming on his forehead because of the heat in the container. His dark uniform was merging with the darkness, keeping the man's silhouette hidden in the corner of the room. The commander was just like a sharp, walking around the chair where Amelia was sitting as if reminding her with each step of his boots who was in charge in the room.

"I'm alright," The woman's voice was powerless. Knight was almost whispering, but her posture stayed straight, as she was not bending under the pressure of the man. The treatment of the Shadows was leaving marks on her body, as well as the rope that was keeping her hands tied to the chair. But her mind was not ready to give up.

"C'mon doll, I'm in a good mood today," Graves closed the container door behind himself, keeping their voices away from the ears of the shadows who were ready to protect their commander to death.

The sealed bottle of water was sitting in Phillip's arms instead of a weapon, as he walked closer to Amelia. His face was showing nothing but arrogancy as the man's blue eyes were keeping eye contact between the two. The commander was relaxed, expecting nothing but another evening of pressure. Little by little, Graves knew he would eventually break her spirit and take out everything he needed to know out of her lips. Silence surrounded the two, as the cold drops of water were falling onto the woman's face. She couldn't help but admit that the feeling of thirst was on her mind, as Knight opened her mouth catching the refreshing drops of liquid. Phillip couldn't help but laugh over brunette's desperation, before pouring the whole bottle over her. The water covered her uniform, washing off the stains of blood from the rough fabric. A fresh wound over the woman's eyebrow opened once again, as the blood was flowing down the porcelain skin of Knight's face.

"Fuck you Phillip," Finally, the officer's voice was louder and stronger. A rope was leaving a painful mark on her wrists, making the time in the container almost unbearable. Amelia was in physical pain, but the pain of humiliation brought nothing but anger to her mind. With each passing hour inside the dark, tight space, the only thing a woman wanted to do was to wrap her hands around his tanned neck, and never see the arrogant smirk on the edges of Graves's lips.

"Polite girls say thank you," Phillip crossed the arms on his chest, watching over a woman as if trying to understand what was happening inside of her mind. The commander knew she was close to the breaking point, as emotions were holding a stronger hold over her actions than rational thinking.