After years, years of trying to be found, the Ghosts had finally secured Rorke's son. you. the product of a war machine, made purely to destroy the ghosts had been captured into hostage and taken under ground in the enemy's base to be questioned by his father's rivals.

a torch shone over your eyes, alighting your senses as you shook your self awake. your hands locked with metal chains, your ankles held by weights as if you would be thrown in a river and drowned. "awake?" Merrick asked leaning closely to your face; "took you long enough" Elias bickered as Hesh and Logan stood holding their guns high, Keegan, Ajax and Kick with the same repeated action. move now, and you'd be killed.