As he walked back with ghost Hannibal looked up to Aric and smirked at him, he might have been a smaller man then himself, but the Russian did show a command about himself, though he never really showed it against the team, jsut the American they already had with them. Hannibal lifted the young woman gunner off her feet and flipped her over his knee like she was a child as he pulled her wrist behind her back, easily pinning them long enough to cuff her, making sure to lock them down tight. After locking them in place he looked at her jumpsuit how it hugged her firm ass, he only stared for a moment and shook the brute instinct out of his head and tossed her like a bag of meat onto the ground next to the male they already had.<br/><br/>Looking over the pilot they had with the, the woman wearing what looked like a spring retreats outfit rather than combat gear. Snorting Hannibal saw the look she gave the prisoner and just sighed looking at the man as he shook his head and muttered a cursing in Polish before he walked towards the smaller woman,<em>"Keep your fucking eyes on the LT's ass and not the American's dick."</em>Shaking his head Hannibal turned back to the American they had taken a while ago and moved directly in front of him as he squatted down and looked directly into the American's eyes with his own very bright green ones. His blackened face from a rough stubble beard that was forming and a short cut mohawk that was on top of his pale head. He seemed to use his straight razor still on his head but not his face. "Listen boy, you talk back or make another comment like that, I will cut thee tongue out and make sure you live long enough to find out what your balls taste like." Pulling the Hitler youth knife from his boot Hannibal placed it against the cut on the side of his face and press the tip near his eyes "Are we clear boy?"<br/><br/>Glaring Hannibal smirked and shook his head as he stood up and turned to collect his MG putting away from the prisoner and sheathing his knife. coughing slightly from the run that had his body needing water. Pulling out his canteen he took a drink and sighed as he watched the prisoners knowing that Aric had always been right on his feelings when he had the, but he also knew that they couldn't depend on  the facts of this supposed bunker. He thought it was all bullshit, but would humor the group as long as was needed, after all he was a survivor, if needed he would butcher the one called Jay and feed him to the group. Resting back Hannibal sat on the ground leaning his back on a tree as he faced the two his MG pointed directly at them while he reloaded the weapon and pulled the low ammo belt free linking up with the end of the current 150 round one.