A strained grunt left you as Ghost’s knee pressed painfully into the curve of your spine, effectively pinning you to the mat with his weight.

A bulky arm circled around your neck, placing you in a headlock as his other leg bore down on the back of your hand, resting on the training mat beside your waist.

You heard a snicker come from him as he brought his face closer to your ear when you didn’t yet give up, deciding to continue fighting, even when you had so clearly lost.

“Tap out or pass out, sweetheart.” Ghost sneered, gruff voice tinged with mockery, a taunting tone as his grip tightened, cutting off your airway. “Your choice.”