Hi all! I've been playing with this idea for a story for a while,so I started to write it down.
I'm setting this story during the events of the Day of the Soldado film.
I'm setting the trigger warning right now so I don't have to keep doing it for all chapters. You've been warned, but I do keep it in the "T" rating.
Happy reading!
Prologue
He groaned. It was dark, and it was damp. The dampness was sinking into his bones, and he didn't like it at all. He coughed and then winced, the pain from coughing making his chest hurt. That's what happened when you were someone's personal punching bag for hours. He rested his head on the cold, concrete floor and closed his eyes, not that it changed anything. He wondered if this was how he was going to die.
He didn't always live like this. Once upon a time, he had an apartment. He had an on again off again relationship. He had his friends, his team. He had a life.
But his job put him in situations that weren't always good, this situation being one of them. He had no idea how long he'd been here. He had lost track of time ever since they put him in this dark room and shut the door behind them. At least they gave him something to eat and drink every so often, but he knew that would only last for so long. They needed him to get to his team, so they were using him. He knew it. He hoped his team just knew better than to fall for it. He didn't want them all to die too, not because of him.
He slipped in and out of sleep (or unconsciousness...he wasn't sure which) constantly until one day, his door opened and someone else was thrown in there with him.
This was a turn of events he had not seen coming, and he was not prepared for what was to come next.