"I won't tell you anything," Ghost spits, glaring at your captors.

"We'll see about that," one says, pulling out a knife. He walks over to where you're strapped to a chair across from Ghost before grabbing your hair and pressing the knife to your neck.

"Wait wait wait, I--" your words are cut off by a scream as the knife drags along your skin. Blood starts to ooze from the cut. Ghost flinches and tries to look away, but the other captor grabs his jaw and forces him to look.

"Watch."