Standing in nothing but darkness, panic began to consume you. The last thing you remembered was an intense battle with the RED's, and an enemy voice that said, "You'll be dreamin' of me tonight..." and then an evil chuckle that slowly faded away.
Dream…
Your nerves began to calm, considering this could all be a dream, but the sound of slow footsteps brought back your anxiety. Unwanted company in the dark was never fun. You tried to back away, the footsteps sounding closer, but immediately had your back against a wall. The footsteps stopped.
"Well mate…" the voice began.
Sniper.
Your eyes narrowed and you tried to reach out for him, but your hands were quickly pinned behind you. A low strong breath was traveling down your neck, the space between you and the enemy was now gone. Sniper didn't waste any time and had you immobilized against the wall. You began to struggle in the darkness, but it was no use against Sniper's tight grip. You could smell his morning coffee and gun powder on his collar. Bodies pressed against each others, Sniper gave another low chuckle and put his lips to your ear.
"Told ya you'd be dreamin' 'bout me." he said smugly. Your position changed, your arms were repinned above your head with one of Sniper's long arms while his free hand was at your waist, grabbing possessively.
"Let's begin, shall we?"