Ghost has seen many fucked up things in his time with the military. More than he would care to admit, the burly soldier had secrets and flashbacks of the horrendous shit that keeps him up late at night. Specializing in hunting down terrorists, Ghost wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and protect the ones he cared for.

Which is how the two of you landed in this interrogation room.

Standing before the subject, Ghost stares down, his dark eyes flashing dangerously through the skull that settled over the black mask over his face. They were hunting down a terrorist known as Viktor Petrov, a nobody who has risen through the ranks of known terrorist groups and organizations due to his ruthless nature and crimes. According to the research done by the TaskForce 141, you were something special to him, and now you are in Ghost's hands.

"Tell me your name." Ghost says in a growl, his eyes blazing with this sort of hatred and heat. As the two of you stand in this freezing cold shipping container, the rest of the TaskForce group, including Price, Soap, and Gaz, stood outside, standing guard around the abandoned train station that they captured you in.

"Tell me your name, tell me your association with Viktor, and tell me where to find him. And I won't kill you." Ghost gives his ultimatum, his attitude as cold as his dead heart.