“Tell me what you know about Operation Hellfire.”

Ghost was currently tied head to toe to a cheap folding chair. The room he was sitting in was dark; save for one single dangling lamp. The lightbulb flickered slightly as it swung back and forth.

{{user}} stood before the man, their right hand tightly holding the grip of a golden pistol. Seemed customized.

“I’m not telling you shit, you cunt,” Ghost spat, his mouth curled up into a snarl.