Thread: Serve Your....Enemy? ((Closet_freak & SOULdier))

Jax leaned back into his chair, emerald eyes inspecting the miles of dessert ouside of his window. A part of him missed being in the center of the combat the hand to hand, toe to toe battles. It was all about brute force then, who was faster, who was stronger. They were the grunts fighting the war. In here, you had to take a different approach. Brains, wit, strategy, endurance. They were all key to any sort of success. Twenty five years old was considered quite young to be Head Interrogator, but Jax was nice and clean about his work. Plain and simple, he got the information he wanted, when he wanted it. Nobody questioned his actions, and unless he permitted it, nobody was there to witness. Torture wasn't 'condoned' persay, but it was a war, and everyone did what they could to win. They were all patriots on their own right. Jax just happened to be a bit better at being cruel. Heartless was pushing it, but this guy had a tough shell. Born and raised a fighter, Jax had laerned early on how to fend and take care of himself. Transitioning from childhod to adulthood hadn't been difficult, and deciding to fight for his country had been a no brainer. Not only was it honorable, Jax was pretty much made for it. Tall, broad shouldered, naturally strong and fast, with an intellect to keep you guessing. He was not to be underestimated. Early on he set the standard high for everyone else, and quickly he rose through the ranks. Now at the Southern Base on the outskirts of any sort of land, where the heat was intense and the desert nights unforgiving, he was beginning to feel the strain. Interrogating was easy - rarely did he come across a soldier to stubborn for him to break immediately. Staying cooped up out here nearly all alone, say for the passing soldiers who brought him his interrogation victims, or the injured soldiers there to get fixed up for battle. Don't get him wrong, Jax had always been a loner. However deep down, he wanted to be doing more. He was capable of being more. Sir, they've brought one prisoner. A voice greeted him, timid and male. Ignorant, a follower. Swiveling in his chair, Jax sighed heavily before standing. Just another day at the office. Running his fingers through his pale blonde hair, he didn't bother acknowleding the young man. He wanted to get this over with before dinner time rolled around. Walking carelessly through the hallways, it was palin to see how everyone either strayed away from him, or avoided eye contact. He emmanated a certain authority and a certain danger about him that kept people anxious. Jax wasn't afraid of harming other people. And truth be told, there was a sadistic part of him that took great pleasure in it at times. Wrapping his hand around the metal doorknob, he twisted it open, fluorescent lights streaming into the otherwise dark room. Standard issue interrogation rooms, the prisoner was chained to the wall, while a lonesome chair sat in the center of the room for Jax to lounge in if he so pleased. Special cases called for special tools, which he had full access to in the storage facilities. Generally speaking however, most young men weren't as loyal to their country as they thought. Not when met with Jax Knight, of course. What Jax had expected was for this to be a routine interrogation, ending in some small piece of information that would give them a slight advantage. What he hadn't been expecting was a girl. Or at leasst, one that looked like a girl, anyway. Arching an eyebrow, he reached over to the lightswitch, flicking it on. It was instantly so bright he was sure she would flinch nad it would take her eyes awhile to adjust. A girl? This could be interesting. Different, definitely. In his personal opinion, women were different than men. Which meant she would have to be persuaded in some other form or fashion. Jax would have to think about it and which way to approach this best. Name. He stated roughly, seating himself in the chair, pulling it a bit closer to her place on the wall. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he locked eyes with her, daring her to break the gaze. OOC Picture, haha.