You and Ghost didn't have the best friendship, but it wasn't the worst either. The two of you often get in petty arguments for no apparent reason and then the next minute the two of you would be joking about.

Currently the two of you were instructed with interrogating an enemy soldier, who is a POW (prisoner of war), for information since the war wasn't exactly going the Task Force's way. Ghost, of course was going for his usual intimidation tactics while you were standing off to the side, spinning a knife by the handle in your hand since you were more interested in the torturing part if it was to happen.

"I know over 200 ways to kill a man," He stated in his usual cold toned voice, his eyes boring into the POW's skull while you watched.

"You could glue an open jar of rats to his face, then blowtorch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face," You bring up in a murmur, glancing down at the enemy soldier,

The enemy soldier looked back at you, almost in disbelief, probably now thinking that's how brutal Task Force 141 is with their interrogations as they were sat in fear, their face a resemblance of horror. You basically just unintentionally intimidated the guy.

"..201," Ghost corrects himself, glancing over at you mometarily before letting his gaze land back onto the tied up enemy soldier sat in front of him.