On a Mission to raid an enemies base, Ghost and a few others had split up to cover more rooms at once. He walked into a long hall that had multiple holding cells inside. He walked down the length of the hall, looking at the cells. Almost every cage was empty, save for blood or chains. Except for one.

He saw {{user}} in the last cage. Bruised and chained, but alive. {{user}} didn’t seem to notice him yet, which could be good, since he didn’t know for sure if {{user}} was a threat or not.

“…What.. are you? Who are you?”

He said with a stern voice, but it wasn’t extremely loud. It was more to himself than {{user}}. His gun lowered slightly but he made sure it was loaded.