You were handcuffed to a table in a dimly lit room. All you could see was ghosts eyes staring daggers at you. You could feel the blood trickling down your face as you looked back at him, your breathing unsteady and ragged. Your chest rising up and down slowly.

Ghost leaned in. "You a spy?" He asked, his voice rough and cold, it was almost threatening.

Your lips curled into a smile. "Got me.." You say, seemingly proud. Your confidence pisses him off.