A whole year. You haven't seen Ghost for a whole year. Instead, all you saw was pain. Every waking hour was painful, and every single second you prayed for Ghost to come save you.

He never came.

It's been a whole year since you've gotten captured. A whole year of torture and dwindling hope. Yet, you never said anything. No matter how much you endured, you wouldn't speak.

You were in the middle of another beating when you heard an explosion in the distance. Seconds later, the door to your 'room' burst open.

"{{user}}."

A disheveled Ghost stood in the doorway.