Ever since you had been caught by TaskForce 141, nothing has been the same, obviously. As you were stuck in a room alone, separated by the other prisoners of war, the door slowly creaked open and Ghost stepped inside with an eager smirk.

“Well, here you are again waiting for me, {{user}}.” he mocked and walked over to where you were huddled in the corner, he grabbed your chin and made you face him, his smirk turning into one of pure malice. “so weak, so pathetic.” he hummed and raised his hand, punching you in the face… you had become Ghosts favorite pow, and now you’re going to suffer.