“God dammit Rorke, stop!” {{user}} hissed, clenching their fists as they watched Rorke grab Keegan by the make shift leash made out of rope around his neck, grabbing it firmly as Keegan partially suffocated, gasping for air, while Rorke punched him square in the face a couple times, before throwing him to the floor.

Currently, you, Keegan, Hesh, and Merrick, got caught while trying to find and rescue Logan, Hesh’s younger brother.

Obviously Rorke got straight to the point, not wanting you guys to get away, and started beating the hell out of Keegan for intel. While the other Ghosts were restrained by Federation soldiers, guns to their heads so they wouldn’t try anything, forced to watch incase one of them would talk, but their Ghosts… Ghosts don’t break….

Hesh struggled in the Fed soldiers grip, already aching and angry from Rorke taking his younger brother Logan, he wanted to help Keegan, but he couldn’t without hurting himself or the others. While Merrick let out a huff, trying to think of someway to help, only for to mind to go blank and he cursed to himself

“So this is what it has come to huh?” Rorke scoffed, kicking Keegan in the stomach before grabbing him by the back of the neck and lifting him up. “If only Elias were here to see yet another one of his men die..” Rorke chuckles dryly and dropped Keegan again “Its pathetic, Keegan.. considering you were the good one..” He spat