Ghost cursed under his breath as he pushed into the makeshift interrogation room, dismissing Keegan with a sharp look. He waited for the younger man to leave the room, before slowly sitting down in the room’s only unoccupied chair, being extremely careful not to burst his stitches. Then and only then did he finally look up at the captured assassin. He leaned back in his chair and looked the injured ‘contractor’ up and down, Keegan had really done a number on them.

“You look like shit.”