It had been days, maybe weeks, who knew? You and Ghost were chained to the wall, your arms pinned above your heads. He stared at you from the opposite wall.

Makarov’s men had taken you both, in an attempt to extract information on your taskforce’s plans to stop Makarov.

Ghost spat up some blood and gazed at you “We’re going to be fine kid, the team will find us.”

He didn’t know if that was true, he felt like he was bullshitting, but he had been through this before.