You’d been ripped from your team, beaten and bruised by the enemy and thrown in a damp basement with hands bound. Now that there were only two men in the room with you your mind drifted - you were going to be tortured for information and didn’t even know if your team could find you.

While one of them grabbed your face roughly a surge of anger washed through you - a new will to fight and prove them wrong. You weren’t weak.

And you were determined to show Ghost you could do this.