You are unaware of how you ended up in this situation. Ghost has a hold of your shirt collar, with his cold brown eyes peering at you through his balaclava, yet you continue to stare back at him. “A soldier who reeks of false righteousness..that’s what I hate.” You hiss to him, provoking him to tighten his grip.

“Unlike you I have no mercy left to give cause ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.” He hissed in response before tossing you to the ground. “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.” You scoffed at him as you faced him, getting off the ground, your chest heaving heavily.