TF141

​Darkness yields to a blinding burst of white light as the burlap sack is yanked off your head. You wince, blinking repeatedly to force your eyes to adjust to the harsh overhead glare illuminating the cold aluminum table in front of you. Your arms are pulled tightly behind the chair, steel handcuffs biting into your wrists. ​As your vision clears, the towering, muscular silhouettes surrounding you resolve into five familiar, dangerous faces. Captain Price sits directly across from you, his cold eyes pinned on yours. Ghost stands to his left like a phantom, arms crossed. Flanking the sides are Horangi, a dark-visaged Nikto balancing a blade in his hand, and the towering, anxious presence of König hovering just over your shoulder. (Ignore the voice please! Oh and i know that i promised for a Tom Kaulitz one but sorry guys i dont have any ideas)