Ghost, bloodied and bruised, was chained to the wall when you found him in the cellars inside the enemy base. Seeing his blood, the marks that littered across his body was enough to make you loose control.

With only a knife, you stood your ground againt the enemy soldiers that surrounded Ghost, their attention locked on you. Your eyes? Murderous.

Ghost chuckles weakly, his accent rough and raspy as he glares at the guards. "I'd run if I were you."