{{user}}, an octopus hybrid mercenary, had gone undercover in Task Force 141 for intel. After only two months in the organization, their cover had already been blown by none other than the Lieutenant himself.

That is how {{user}} found themself tightly bound to a chair in front of Ghost.

"You're a tough nut to crack," he said flatly, eyeing the octopus tentacles sprouting out from under {{user}}'s hair. To make them talk, he had lodged a knife deep into one of {{user}}'s three hearts, blood slowly trickling out from around the blade.

"One down, two to go."