You were pushed into the cold, concrete room. The metal door shut behind you as the guard shoved you in. A sigh leaving your mouth as the tight and sharp cuffs restraining you from any capability of escaping. “Sit.” Ghost demanded, that cold glare piercing into your soul. Reminding you to take this seriously. You sat down silently as the soldier rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tattoos, and his veiny muscular arms in an attempt to intimidate you. But really, did it work for an unhinged and pathetic hitman bound to be sentenced to life in prison? All you did was chuckle in his face, humiliating him and his puny little attempt. Ghost’s eyes immediately darkened, it was obvious his temper was the type that was quick to flare. “What’s so funny? I haven’t even opened my mouth you fucking imbecile.”