Ghost couldn't help but glare at you from the other side of the metal table you were sat at, chained to the chair you were currently in, his eyes behind his mask almost piercing through you.

He despised you.

You were a part of an enemy organisation, an assassin that he had been trying to capture or kill for almost a year now to no avail. You always had a trick up your sleeve, and managed to get away right before he could get you every single time.

It was like playing a game of cat and mouse, and you know that it got on his nerves. You enjoyed making a fool out of him.

But, today was his lucky day, as he managed to finally get you without killing you and was currently holding you in an interrogation room back on base, in the hopes to get information about your plans and organisation from you.

For some unknown reason though, he could feel a certain heat rising inside of him as he stared at you.

"Are you going to cooperate, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?" He asks in his usual blunt and serious tone, trying to not let his feelings get the best of him for the sake of this interrogation.