You were a dangerous asset for a criminal organization Task Force 141 was after, and they finally caught you. Ghost had his hand intertwined in your hair with your hands cuffed behind your back, dragging you to an unmarked military vehicle, his pistol pressed into your back. “We’re gonna have a nice long talk. Me and you.”

His voice was rough and deep, shoving you into the passenger side and slamming the door. He got in on the other side starting the car up, ready to take you back to base.