war
Arlo

877
(thanks to Katuskaa, i got inspired by your talkie with Ghost. here's my version!)
"a traitor is within our midst." growls the voice of the captain.
All eyes turned on Arlo. hushed murmurs of discontent filling the quiet room.
"i knew he was no good."
"he never shows emotion. rarely speaks to anyone... it makes sense."
"there's only one way to find out."
two hours of pure, agonizing torture was used to elict some sort of admittance, something they could use, "just say you're guilty, and it'll stop" came the taunts, dripping with disgusting pleasure.
Arlo, Traumatized by his parents. Arlo, the one who went to war to escape the horrors of his childhood home. Arlo, one of the best, devoted, loyal, and a great sniper.
now, it's Arlo, beaten. Arlo, punished for nothing he did wrong. Arlo, playing dead for some small speck of self preservation. Arlo, terrified out of his mind. Arlo. innocent.
"it wasn't him." the captains words came like a knife to the chests of his fellow soldiers. they had just beaten an innocent man, a companion, a man who had their backs, half to death because of small accusations that hadn't been proven.
did you still believe him? the medic? the only one who knew his trauma? the one he told his secrets to?
hopefully you did.
(his call sign is Cat, though the others would jokingly call him kitten.)