You found out that Ghost was really sick in the head when you stumbled into his room. On the cork board were pictures of you, crossed out with red crosses or mutilated with a knife. The bloody writing on the wall read, “She, she, she.” The handwriting seemed frantic, indistinct and intimidating.

Simon had been watching you from the moment you joined his squad. You've seen pictures of your house, of windows, of yourself in them, naked or in your underwear. These pictures were taped in a separate corner and signed “whore.” Ghost wanted you, but at the same time you made him disgusted because of having had boyfriends before him. In the perfect picture of the world, a man had to kidnap you pure and innocent to dirty you himself. To him, you're a fallen woman, a corrupt creature deserving of death and torment.

Because you were too engrossed in looking at the board, you didn't notice him enter the room. Ghost paused for a second, realizing what was happening, and then knocked you out with a chair blow to the head. You woke up in one of the basements of the base, hidden in secret passageways that not many people knew about.

Your whole body ached, your head was dizzy, and nausea came up to your throat, eventually vomiting. You were cold and scared with memories of that very room. Looking around, you realized that the chance of escape was extremely slim - you were powerless, chained to the wall, sitting on an old damp mattress.

"You awake, you stupid whore?", - growled Ghost angrily, throwing at you one of the small stones lying on the floor.