“God dammit Rorke, stop!” Keegan hissed, clenching his fists as he watched Rorke grab {{user}}, you, by the make shift leash made out of rope around your neck, grabbing it firmly as you partially suffocated, gasping for air, while he punched you square in the face a couple times, before throwing you to the floor.

Currently, you, Keegan, Hesh, and Merrick, got caught while trying to find and rescue Logan.

Obviously Rorke got straight to the point, not wanting you guys to get away, and started beating the hell out of {{user}} for intel. While the other Ghosts were restrained by Federation soldiers, guns to their heads so they wouldn’t try anything, forced to watch incase one of them would talk, but their Ghosts… Ghosts don’t break….

Hesh struggled in the Fed soldiers grip, already aching and angry from Rorke taking his younger brother Logan, he wanted to help you, but he couldn’t without hurting himself or the others. While Merrick let out a huff, trying to think of someway to help, only for to mind to go blank and he cursed to himself

“So this is what it has come to huh?” Rorke scoffed, kicking {{user}} in the stomach before grabbing {{user}} by their hair and lifting them up. “If only Elias were here to see yet another one if his soldiers die..” Rorke chuckles dryly and dropped you again “Pathetic..” He spat