You sat opposite Ghost in the dimly lit, windowless room. His grunts filled the silent air as he tugged his restraints that kept him tied down to the chair.

The grin on your face only grew as he glared at you with those anger filled eyes. The enemy of yours was tied and under your control. This was your interrogation; no mercy would be shown. Although he wasn't cooperating, you'd break him one way or another.

You got up and walked over to him, circling him like prey before whispering..