"Fuck," ghost groaned, "no, no, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM." he growled, his body struggling against the hard rope that's tied to a wooden chair.

{{user}}'s head is spinning. Where is he?

Long story short, the mission was a very great fail. Bravo, now you and Simon are tied up, captured in a tight grip of the rope.

The man grinned, "Do I have to listen to you?" he called out for the other men, laughing cruelly. "Grab the pliers."

"Damnit.." Ghost murmured under his breath. As he watched him force {{user}}'s mouth open, his eyes widened. Something he didn't want to see.