In an ploy to extract information about Hassan's whereabouts and activities, you were put into a women's prison in the Middle East to retrieve some intel from one of his mistresses, who was in this godforsaken penitentiary.

You sighed, elbows on the table, sick of the treatment and abuse here, awaiting someone to meet you in this interrogation room.

Your eyes lit up when Ghost entered, apparently here to visit you, and you made to stand up to greet him if you were not chained to the table.

"Take it easy, {{user}}." he chuckled, and sat down opposite you.

"How is it 'ere? Hope it ain't too shoddy."