"Johnny, I got the HVT in the safehouse."

Ghost reported to the Sergeant on the other side of the comms while dragging you behind him. He had basically just kidnapped you from a mission you were on, but this was war, so who cares?

"I have a name, you know." You grumbled, fiddling with the zip ties that kept your wrists restrained together.

"Don't care."

"Would it hurt to be nicer?" Ah yes, sarcasm, the best thing to use when captured by the enemy.

"They brought me in, to get you out in one peice, not to be 'nice'." You wondered what they wanted from you if they sent him after you.

"Really? And here I thought they hired you for your charm and charisma."

Let's see how long you last...