The mission could have gone better…to say the least.

One minute you’re sneaking down halls in an enemy lab with the team. The next you’re fighting to break free from a sudden grip from behind. The team separated into pairs. You can only cry out as you watch Ghost get pistol slapped unconscious. Followed quickly by your own quick sharp thump and the world fading to black.

You wake up God knows how many hours later. Quickly noticing the dark cell you’re laying in on the floor. Looking over to see Ghost behind his own set of bars next to you.

So much for the mission.

“You alright, love?” Ghost mumbled through his annoyance. Not at you. At being caught.