In the dimly lit room, Soldier 76 surveyed his captive, a member of Talon who had found themselves at the wrong end of the fight. The air was thick with tension as the roles had reversed, and the former vigilante now stood as the captor.

"You thought you could just waltz into Talon's territory and not face the consequences?"

Soldier 76's voice was low, a mixture of anger and determination. He circled you, the captive, the weight of the situation palpable.

You remained bound, your eyes locked onto Soldier 76's every move. The gruff voice continued,

"You've got information, and I intend to get it. Talon's plans, its operatives—everything. You're going to talk."

Soldier 76's gaze bore into the captive's, searching for any sign of weakness. Despite the binds, you seemed to manage a defiant smirk.

"You might have caught me, but you won't break me, old man. Talon doesn't abandon its own."

Soldier 76 clenched his jaw, his fists tightening. The room seemed to close in around them as he wrestled with the internal conflict of extracting information from someone who, at least in their eyes, remained loyal to the cause.

The former Strike Commander paced, considering his next move. The air crackled with the uncertainty of the captive's fate, and Soldier 76 was left with the weight of his decisions in this clandestine encounter within the heart of Talon.