Sniper whumpee laying in some bushes with a rifle, doing their job, keeping still and trying to get a good opening, then SUDDENLY they're snatched up and damn, that's bad, why's there an enemy that just yanked their sniper rifle and now is putting it up to whumpee's head? Oh well guess the teammate that was supposed to keep an eye on the surroundings just left. Haha what happens now? OH WAIT WATERBOARDING IN THE FIELD HEEEEEEELL YEAH
Whumpee was lying in the bushes, perfectly hidden from the enemy, trying to get an opening with their sniper rifle. They'd been in this position for at least thirty minutes now, and their legs were starting to fall asleep. Didn't matter. They had an assignment to complete.
Caretaker was a ways off, keeping watch so nobody disturbed Whumpee in their quest. They were also hidden, hopefully well-enough, in their camo gear. The two of them had been a pair several times over the past months, and they'd gotten fairly well acquainted. Whumpee would've called them a friend, truth be told.
That was, until they were yanked up from where they lay, sniper rifle twisted out of their hand and put to their own head, and they realised that Caretaker had just… left. They didn't hear the sound of them leaving. They didn't understand why or how Caretaker left. They didn't know if this was an outright betrayal of the whole team, the whole organisation, or whether Caretaker had just decided they weren't friends anymore — or maybe they never had been.
"Who sent you?" the enemy asked, rifle still pointed at Whumpee's temple. Whumpee was better than this. Surely, even the enemy knew they wouldn't get a straight answer out of them. "I'm asking you a question. Who sent you?"
Whumpee stayed silent. The rifle was lowered, then fired; a bullet straight through their calf. Whumpee screamed, deciding that if their cover had already been blown, it didn't matter anymore.
"I'm asking one last time." The rifle was put to their temple again. "Who sent you?"
Whumpee said nothing. A dead hostage was no hostage, and Whumpee knew that well. They were essentially calling the bluff with their silence. And sure enough, the rifle was lowered.
"Alright," said the enemy, and they stepped back. "Tie 'em up and bring me the bottle of water."
Whumpee was wrestled onto their stomach, arms wrenched behind their back, tied tightly with coarse ropes. Then they were manhandled onto their back, and one of them put a cloth over their face. Waterboarding. A classic. Whumpee had been trained how to withstand it, so surely, this would be a walk in the park—
The water came down on their face, cold and uncomfortable. They were drowning. They couldn't breathe. Stop. Stop. Stop.
The water stopped, and Whumpee gasped for air. The cloth was still sticking to their face, restricting some of their breathing, but at least they weren't actively drowning.
"Who sent you?" came the same question, and Whumpee knew they likely weren't going to make it out of this forest alive.
No answer.
More water.
Whumpee gasped. They had been trained for this, and yet it was just as unbearable every single time as that very first time Leader had done it to them.
"Who sent you?"
Whumpee didn't consider themself defiant. Others might've spat insults at their torturers, or taunts, but they were of the mind that silence was sufficient for the job — no need to make it intentionally harder on themself. They weren't defiant; they were just loyal to the team.
Seekers table old west au that no one asked for but me 😌
I wanted to try and incorporate some of the canon designs into the fits but Occtis ended up looking p similar to canon cus I couldn’t imagine him as a cowboy 😭 (also a full body thaisha piece is coming trust 🙏)
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