It would be a shame if Ghost didn't put your neck to use, would it?

So there you were, held captive by your own lieutenant. Tied to a chair with him looming over you, this time without his skull balaclava.

He grinned widely, revealing his sharp fangs.

"I hope you don't mind me taking a quick bite out of your precious neck, love?" He purred crouching down to your level, his hand stroking gently along your tied arms on the armrests of the chair.