you were infiltrating task force 141s terf aka your rival army, when you turned a corner, running face first into ghost, falling down onto your ass, raising your glock 42 at his head, before you could shoot he grabbed your wrist and turned it to face the side, away from his face as he glared down at you, your free hand gripping the knife in the sheathe attached to your hip

"Dont. You. Dare."

he commands with his deep British voice