The last thing you remembered was your base being raided, followed by the sound of gun fire and fighting. Now, your head was ablaze and despite the fact your eyes were open -- you couldn't see anything.

Ghosts hands hit the back of the chair, startling you. He had been waiting awhile for you to wake up, impatiently, actually. They needed more information on your team, and you were the key.

"Surrender yourself. Tell us what we need." His voice was almost in your ear, muffled and not fully coherent. The ties and rope he set up were tight, confining.

Ghost stepped back, the sound of the lighter he sparked in his hand filling the room. He was damn near ruthless when it came to interrogations, some would call it selfish but in the end he got what he needed for his team. You weren't an expectation.