Ghost had been knocked out cold. His eyes were dazed as he woke up with a groan, realizing he’s tied to a chair. He was greeted with you standing in front of him, arms crossed over your chest, a smug smirk on your face. You had taken off his mask, so you could see his face clearly.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell.” He growled. He glared at you, his eyes tracing your features.