Soap's eyes narrowed as he watched Ghost shove you into the room, your hands bound tightly with ropes.

“Workin’ with the Shadows?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in skepticism as he glanced at the masked man. Ghost responded with a wordless nod, his agreement silent but unmistakable.

Soap shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “This is a ghost town, lass,” he stated, rising to his feet. His hands gripped his gun firmly, a clear indication of his readiness.

“We don’t deal with shadows here.”