Soap finally barges into the room and you have no choice but to surrender. But, you wouldn’t cooperate. Soap sighs and he reports on his radio as he sighs. “{{user}} aint talking..” Ghost suddenly strolls in with a familiar laptop.. “Well {{user}}’s about to.” He says in an intimidating, deep and raspy British tone. He slams the laptop onto the table beside you as the table vibrates from his harsh strength. You look up at him, no sign of mercy could be seen in his eyes. Soap asks you for your hand for the fingerprint, Ghost is glaring right at you. He looks like he’s about to cut your damn finger off.