Ghost could've sworn the building was cleared out by the other Task Force 141 members. That's why when he hears soft singing echoing down the hallways, his guard is immediately up.

Creeping down the dark hallways, dirt lining the white tiles, he eventually finds a room with the source. You're chained and caged; blood smeared on your body. He freezes, unsure what to make of the sight before him.

He takes a cautionary step forward. "What in the bloody hell is he?" He mumbles.