π 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 || 𝙼𝚆𝙸𝙸 𝚡 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴!𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

•|| CHAPTER THIRTEEN - INTERROGATION ||•

21:13.

Sun looks up from his watch, looking at the vehicle in front of him, waiting for it to move.

Is traffic usually this damn bad?

Sun huffed before he suddenly felt a tug on his injured arm. He hisses lightly before turning to the man tugging his arm.

"What?" He asked, his voice slightly strained with pain. Ghost motions Sun to scoot closer, atleast enough so he could reach around his arm. Sun sighs and complies.

Ghost opens a pocket from his vest and pulls out a roll of gauze. "Water." He mumbles lowly, holding out a hand.

Sun looks around before he leans over and takes out a water bottle. The water inside was warm, but it should still be clean. He hands it to Ghost, who only nods in thanks.

Ghost pours small waves of water into Sun's wound, making the man grunt. "Thanks." Sun mumbled softly.

Ghost stiffened a little.

Is it possible to like someone just because their tone softened towards you?

Ghost shook his head. "S'fine." He murmured as he starts to wrap the bandage around Sun's arm, causing him to grunt as Ghost pulls the bandage tight around his injured arm. "Stop doing that. It's like you want me to react." He mumbled, his eyes glancing up to meet Ghost's.

"What if I did?" Ghost hummed, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"You want me to get hurt?" Sun raised an eyebrow as Ghost deadpanned at him. "Bloody hell.. nevermind." Ghost sighed as he locked the bandage tightly, making sure it cut loose.

Sun doesn't respond for a second before he huffs, testing out his arm, making sure it was still functional. "We're talking about that after this." Sun mutters as he started up the vehicle once he saw the car in front start.

"Ale, esto es Sol, ¿sigue luchando Hassan?" Sun asked as he drove, his arm stinging faintly.
("Ale, this is Sun, is Hassan still fighting?")

The radio clicks and a couple grunts were heard from the other side. "Él continúa haciéndolo." Alejandro replied with a huff. "Are we RTB?"
("He continues to.")

Sun looks to Ghost, who shakes his head and replied for him on his own radio. "Ghost to Alejandro, we RV with Graves. We're interrogating Hassan about the missiles. Do you have Grave's location?"

"Negative."

"Copy. Swap lead with Sun, I'll point the way for him." Ghost calmly mutters as he removes his finger on the radio. "Sun, drive ahead." Ghost mentions towards Sun, who nodded and overtakes Alejandro's vehicle in front, which slowed down to let him.

"Keep driving west."

21:35.

"On your knees." Soap huffed as he shoved Hassan down, who's knees met the sandy floor harshly, before removing the sack over his head.

Sun stood beside the laptop, standing just out of view. Some of his gear was off, leaving him in his shirt, vest, gloves, and mask. His thumbs remained inserted between the belt loops of his pants, his hand near his gun in case Hassan tried anything.

"Y'all got a clear picture?"

"Crystal."

"All set."

"Alright. We are live, folks." Graves grinned as he turned to Hassan, walking up to the kneeled man as he grasped his vest.

"Do you speak Arabic?"

"No."

"Farsi?"

"No."

"Of course you don't." Hassan scoffed, his accent heavy. "Then I'll speak your bastardized medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs."

Sun's eyes narrowed.

"Ahh, see.. we're getting off to a bad start here, Hassan." Graves hummed.

"You're talking to a Quds Force Officer."

"You're a commander of a foreign terrorist organization."

"I can say the same to you."

"What's your target, 'Major'?" Graves huffed, the title falling from his lips with venom.

"What was your target when they sent missiles to my land?"

"Well, wild guess, to nail your ass."

"So insolent and foul mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire.

Graves scoffed as he walked up to Hassan, leaning down with his hands on his knees. "You are in bed with the cartel, Hassan. If you disappeared, no one would know where to look for the fucking stain."

"I have no doubt you'd take pleasure in torturing me."

'What.' Sun deadpanned before shaking his head slightly. He probably just thought wrong.

"Who'd you get American missiles from?" Soap spoke up.

"I don't care who they're from, I want to know where they're going." General shepherd cut in.

Sun raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing at General Shepherd's face through the screen. '..Hm.'

Graves steps back and looks around, thinking of another bluff he could pull as Sun walked up to Hassan, his eyes glaring down at the Iranian.

"Where are the missiles?" Sun asked, his gaze narrowed as Hassan laughs. "You think I would tell you?"

Sun doesn't back down and keeps eye contact until Hassan eventually looks away, shifting in his restraints as he muttered arabic curses, silently hoping Sun would look away, but the man doesn't. He instead hardens his gaze at Hassan, who started feeling uncomfortable.

"Take a look around, Hassan." Graves spoke up as Sun stood up straight, crossing his arms beside Graves while still glaring at Hassan, barely blinking. "Now you can either become part of the food chain or you can start talking."

"I'm a hostage here." Hassan sputtered, his gaze darting from Sun's before moving to Graves' indicating his unease from Sun's stare alone. "This is illegal."

"You are a prisoner of war." Alejandro growled, tightening his grip on Hassan's shoulder.

"Iran is not at war with Mexico, I've broken no laws. These men," Hassan looks directly at Sun. "and their commanders are the law breakers."

Soap huffed. "You and your General Ghorbrani broke every—"

"Do not speak his name!" Hassan snapped, squirming in his restraints as Alejandro tightened his grip on Hassan. "You executed him and you will pay for your crimes-" Hassan starts yelling something in arabic.

"I want this man in permanent custody or looking up at the goddamn grass." General Shepherd demanded, but Laswell was quick to put some sense into the General, telling him that killing Hassan would be an act of war.

'He's a general and doesn't know the grounds for war?' Sun tilted his head as he leaned against one of the vehicles.

The interrogation gets wrapped up not too soon after. The last thing General Shepherd saw was Soap closing the laptop, with Sun's narrowed eyes staring at directly at him in the background.

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Chapter finished: 11/12/2025 18:41
Chapter published: 11/19/2025 16:31

A/N: gang I just realized it's supposed to be 20XX instead of 2025 😭💔 pls disregard everytime the timeline said 2025 in the previous chapters..... 😔

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