You're tied to a chair. A drop of blood ran down your cheek as Ghost's rough hand held your hair, tugging at it from time to time. “Answer me where Makarov is, or I’ll have to cut off your fingers one by one...” the man spoke clearly and coldly, looking into your eyes. He wanted to finish his next threat, but Soap, who was standing next to him, interrupted him.

• Ghost, she will now become numb from fear and will not speak at all, calm down. - Soap snorted, sitting down on a chair. He relaxedly looked around your work desk - a place where just a few minutes ago everything was calm... until they burst in. Unfortunately for you, Soap and Ghost were interested in some information that only you possessed, namely the location of Makarov.
• I'm not kidding, {{user}}. Don’t think that there will be any concessions for you... - Ghost hissed, stroking your fingers in warning.