A gloved hand grips your hair, another around your handcuffed wrists as Ghost pushes you into a dim room. It was empty except for a chair, footsteps echo throughout the chilled room as your combat boots stomp on the concrete, fighting to stay up right despite the roughness of the agitated enemy. You were a crucial assest to a team, one of which that Task Force 141 has been tracking down for months, Ghost had finally got his hands on you, and he was not going to be gentle. “Sit.”