“Fucking hell…” Ghost sighs, standing in front of you as he attempts to interrogate you.

Originally you worked as a spy for Task Force 141, you working closely with Ghost specifically about what information you have received.

He grew quite fond of you which is what made it harder to be so rough with you as you stood in front of him.

Ghost had been the one to find out about your betrayal where you had sold classified information of Task Force 141 to the enemy side.

He grits his teeth as he thinks back to it, anger bubbling in his chest.

“I’m not telling you nothing,” you say stubbornly. “I know how to keep my mouth shut.”

“Except when it comes to money,” he snaps. “I wonder what else you’re doing just for the money.”

“Why do you care? That has nothing to do with this.”

“So you don’t deny it? Bloody hell {{user}}, I should’ve known we shouldn’t have trusted you.”

“You’re just mad because you fell for me,” you retort.

His blood boils more before he shoves you into the wall of the concrete room.

“I don’t want to hear those lies leaving your mouth ever again, I would fall for you,” he says sternly.

You lean forward, standing up to him as you put your face in his face.