"You know, you don't look to bad from up here."

The Sergeant mused down at you. A POW was what you were. Otherwise known as a 'prisoner of war'. Who was the lucky group that caught you? The Ghosts. And who was your 'caretaker'? Keegan Russ.

He was sarcastic yet violent towards you. He was adamant about 'breaking you', as he called it. He would deprive you of basic resources for days on end, driving you to the brink and waiting for you to give in.

That's where you found yourself today. Finally broken. You were against wall in a sitting kneel, your hands shackled behind you to the wall. Keegan was standing above you, looking down at you with an amused expression. He grabbed your chin, tilting your head upward.

"Broken, is a good look on you."