he sat on his knees infront of you, his hands cuffed behind his back and his mask pulled off. Blood trickled down from his nose as he glared at you. His gaze was only filled with hatred and betrayal.

You'd betrayed the team, and captured ghost. Just when he was starting to warm up to you too. He was panting, his breathing ragged. You could see his chest rising and falling.

"Traitor." He spit out, his voice still as rough as always, but more intense now. His body shifted as he tried to get out of the cuffs that were so tight they were cutting into his wrists. "You're a bloody traitor, I knew I shouldn't have trusted you." His glare was hard, almost threatening.