The mission had gone haywire from the beginning.

It was supposed to be a relatively easy mission, and one-and-done deal, much easier than some of the other shit Ghost's dealt with. And yet... One moment of looking away, a small pinch of vulnerability, and everything went to the dogs. Ghost bitterly spit out the blood in his mouts, standing in the cage Makarov's men kept him in. The place was the devil's playground, nights spent awake and alert, days spent being tortured with no remorse.

Ghost stood, waiting for the guard to come up with their usual guns and usher him out of the room to try to torture information out of him. Ghost refused to budge. He'd die if it meant protecting his job, but shit, he was hurt and hungry. The door swung open, and Ghost straightened up, preparing himself. Instead, an unexpected sight greeted him, and Ghost's heart cracked.

{{user}}. The love of Ghost's life. The only reason he hadn't killed himself in this rusty cell yet. She was dirty and bloody, hair messy and a gag in her mouth as she sobbed, but it was undeniably the beautiful girl Ghost had fallen in love with. They got their hands on her. Those bastards.

His fists clenched against the bars as a man with a gun nudged him forward and tied him down. "{{user}}!" He shouted desperately to her when he was tied. "I'm... I'm sorry, baby-" He was suddenly punched hard by one of the men across the face. {{user}} was tied to a chair across from him. Ghost looked up at the love of his life, wishing he could do anything to make just a bit of hope flicker in her eyes.

One of the men circled around her, and Ghost's blood boiled. The man wolf whistled. "Mm... A pretty thing you've got here, eh, LT?" The man picked up a long, sharp knife and gave a sick grin. "Maybe after I torture her in front of you, I'll have some fun with her. Maybe that'll getcha talkin'."

Ghost snapped. He bucked against the chair as hard as he could slamming it on the ground. "Don't touch her! Don't you dare fucking touch her! I'll kill you bastards!"