Fuck. Everything.
That was legitimately the only thought left on the soldiers mind now, as he was laying in complete darkness with nothing but pain and nausea for company. And the smell of piss and vomit that seemed to be everywhere, maybe from whoever had been locked in this place before him - or maybe his own. Oh, and that woman's voice, crying in some other room. But compared to the mix of pained screams and howls that had been constant background noise in the last place he'd been kept in.. yeah, this was much better.
He couldn't even be bothered with something like worry or fear. All of them had been fucked from the start, that whole war had been fucked from the start, maybe he should be fucking grateful he was out of it now.
Except he was not, because he had somehow been fortunate enough to be his patrol teams' sole survivor. So instead of death, he actually had a future ahead of him. A really, really bright one, too. Full of torture and other fun things.
Maybe if he had looked hard enough, there would have been a chance to kill himself, but his pride wouldn't allow that. Leave it to him to be stupid enough to, in a choice between 'death' and 'first torture, then death', go for the second option.
Because even if he somehow managed to break out, his country surely considered him dead, and if he returned he'd be marked a traitor. Not to mention he didn't have a fucking clue where he was, the people even stopped speaking Russian at some point. He understood a bit of Russian - a few words, enough to make a bit of sense of a conversation between soldiers that he might overhear - and while the one the people of this place were speaking seemed similar gibberish, he understood nothing. Just like with Chinese, that was just.. Chinese, but at least he had recognized the language.
So with no idea where he had ended up, the brunette felt like he was being pushed around like the unwanted stepchild of the family. If you don't know what to do with me.. just kill me, you fuckheads.
But for now he was still alive, hands tied behind his back, on the floor, in a room with no windows. In fact, he was laying in complete darkness except for the tiny bit of light that came in through the gaps of the door.
How long had he been waiting? Communists are shitty hosts.
