Ghost groaned as he came to, his neck aching as he shifted his body. He had gotten careless and then captured. Great.

He looked around the dark room, noting he was slumped over in the corner, his gear and body armor gone. It was too dark to see very far, but he guessed this was some storage room, deep in enemy territory. The soldier moved to stand up when he felt something on his wrist, and then a weight shift next to him.

"The hell?" He muttered gruffly, looking at his wrist. A handcuff, somehow large enough to fit around his wrist without cutting off circulation, but it wasn't connected to something. Rather, it was connected to someone.

A civilian?! Why the hell was he chained to a civilian?! Those terrorists thought they were funny?!

"Great. Now I've got deadweight." He growled, unaware the civilian had woken up.