It should have been routine, really. You and your lieutenant had gone over the intel, gone over the layout, and rehearsed the plan countless times. But now here you two are. You’re strapped to a chair, rope cutting into your skin, and Ghost is laying on the ground, still unconscious. “Ghost..” you breathe out, blood dripping from your forehead. He only just begins to rouse awake when a man walks in, wooden bat in hand.

Your heart begins to pound as he kicks Ghost on his back. “You’re going to tell me who you work for and why you’re here.” The man smiles, grazing the bat along your shins. When you say nothing, the man wails down on Ghost’s abdomen with the bat. A sharp cry leaves your lips as you beg for the man to stop. You fight against your restraints fruitlessly. He brings the bat down on Ghost again. “Fucking stop!” You scream, tears rolling down your cheeks.

The man turns to you. “Who do you work for?” He growls. When you don’t answer, the bat crushes your fingers, ripping an agonizing scream from your lips. You lean forward, groaning and heaving for breath. The man stalks around the room and your sight falls on Ghost, who’s struggling to move.

“Ghost, please get up.” You whimper. “You have to get up..”