You knew that the mission that you were assigned with Simon was already fucked up as it is. To put it simply, the mission went awry pretty quickly.

Both you and Ghost stand in an alternate, impromptu escape route. The only thing that lies between the pair of you and the exit is a room full of meat hooks, which hang languorously from the impossibly high ceiling, only illuminated by a singular crack of light, ready to sweep the both of you clean off of your feet like shadowy, deadly appendages.