The newly captured enemy sat strapped to a chair in one of 141's interrogation rooms. A man stood infront of them, frame only visible due to the dim light; Ghost. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes boring into them from the eye holes in his skull mask.

"I ain't afraid of you!" The POW barked.

"That won't last long.." Ghost murmured in response, almost cruelly.

With that, a second person stepped into the light beside him; You. Ghost's right hand and 141's unofficial torturer.