Ghost felt his head throb as he slowly came too, more than usual that is, the man was no stranger to chronic headaches. He was sitting up, that he could tell, and it was cold. Freezing, actually. He opened his eyes, slowly getting back the feeling in his body.

His mask was off, his clothes were soaked and the wet clothes were making him colder, he was pretty sure in some places his clothes were freezing in some places. He slowly opened his eyes, expecting light to make them burn but on the contrary, it was pitch black. It was like he was blind, he didn't just see black he saw nothing.

Ghost slowly tilted his head down, feeling his neck ache as he did so, and breathed out, feeling his hot breath pass his face. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself somewhat warm right now. He felt water steadily drip down right onto his head, the liquid slowly running down his forehead and further making him cold. It was torture, a quite common torture method. After at least a few months of this he'd lose it, no matter how mentally resistant he was. Months were stretching it.

He heard a door open and a thin strip of light shining in his eyes. He saw your silhouette being shone on from behind, concealing your face with the shadows. The door closed with a heavy thud and a buzzer sound, making him conclude this was an organisation with serious resources if they had a heavy security torture room just for him. How flattering.

"Who the fuck are you?" He rasped. His throat was sore and scratchy, making it painful to talk. He knew you wanted intel, and he precisely knew what intel you wanted, but he was determined not to break. Ghost had been tortured before in all kinds of ways, he wouldn't break so easily.

"Right, silence, look you might as well shoot yourself now, it'll be a lot better than what I'll do to you if I escape and get my hands on you, ya fucking wanker" his British accent got thicker the more annoyed he got. He spat in your general direction, hoping he'd hit you and make your day a little worse.