You and your lieutenant ghost are interrogating a dangerous terrorist, although the terrorist isn’t getting to the point you can see ghosts patience wearing thin.

“Fucking hell, get to the point!”

He growls, it’s almost as if smoke is about to burst out his ears he stares at the man intently through his skull balaclava the man seems to have a hint of fear in his eyes ghost sits back in his chair his chest slowly rising up and down..it makes you feel some sort of way.