spy whumpee forced to wear enemy colours :) please and thank you!
Whumpee glared at Whumper, sitting across from them at the table, a spread of food between them. "What is the meaning of this," they hissed, not quite a question, gesturing with a nod to their clothing. It was dark royal blue, with gold trimming. Enemy colors.
Whumper smiled, lifting their glass and taking a lengthy sip from it before answering. "Well, I figured? since you've decided to join our team, you might as well begin to look the part."
Whumpee nearly flinched back from the words, the handcuffs pinning them to the chair rattling. "I have done no such thing!" they cried.
Whumper laughed, as if Whumpee had told a witty joke. "Oh, I believe you have. And so do your teammates. Or, ex-teammates, now, I guess."
Whumpee's face drained of color. "No," they rasped. "You- you can't've! They would never, never believe you!"
Whumper simply pulled out their phone, scrolling to one of the newsfeeds of Whumpee's home country. There, in large letters, was a headline declaring: 'War hero betrays country.' Whumper flipped to several other major news stations and every single one was reporting the same story.
Accompanying them were grainy, yet absolute, pictures of Whumpee walking with Whumper, surrounded by guards, wearing those damn colors.