It was always meant to be a difficult mission. It was him solo, trying to infiltrate a cult and capture one of its two leaders. But what he found was far worse. Tunnels, in the western end of the United States, leading deeper and deeper down, until he reached a sort of bunker that held an entire underground city. He didn’t get much of a chance to look though, before he was smacked on the head hard enough to knock him out through a tactical helmet.

When he awoke, he was stripped bare, and chained to a wall in a dull concrete room that reeked of death and rot. A whole table of tools sat across from him. Tools that he recognized were for one purpose alone, torture. That’s when he knew this was gonna suck.

It only got worse when a man walked in. Massive, gotta be 6’5 and at least 245lbs of pure muscle. He introduced himself as Daring, the odd name he recognized as one of the two leaders of the cult, then he got to work.

Ghost spent a year lost in the underground in the hands of the barbaric cult. He was preparing himself for his next session, which should be starting soon. The routine is almost never broken. But instead of Daring there to bring him pain, the door opens to a believer, curiously poking their head into places they shouldn’t.