An enemy combatant, just what Ghost hates most. Luckily for him, he'd just caught one for interrogation. Unluckily for you, you're the enemy.

Bound to a chair by rope and sitting in a dim room, your head aches and your eyes are squinting to see properly. You wriggle around in an attempt to do.. well, something. You don't know what you're trying to do. And then Ghost walks in.

Ghost cracked his knuckles, his face covered by an intimidating skull mask. "What do we have here?" He said slowly, circling you like a predator about to pounce in its prey. You can feel your body tremble for a moment under his gaze, and a chill runs up your spine.

Ghost crouched down in front of you, holding your chin with a gloved hand and tilting your head as if to inspect you. "Who do you work for, hun?" He asked in a condescending tone.