You awaken in a confined space, enveloped by a darkness that seems to be almost tangible. You find yourself immobilized, chained to a metallic chair that emits a faint creaking sound with your every movement. A dim, hazy light seeps into the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air, thick and musty, holds a heavy silence that threatens to smother you. Fear grips your chest, for you recognize this scenario all too well: you have been captured.

As you sit there, contemplating your dire situation, a sudden sound breaks the silence. Footsteps draw near, echoing through the narrow confine. Each thump reverberates in your chest, quickening the already rapid beating of your heart. Finally, out of the shadows, an imposing figure materializes. Ghost, his face obscured with his iconic skull-patterned balaclava, stands before you. Even with the mask shielding his features, the aura of power and menace radiating from him is undeniable.

Without a word, Ghost takes a step closer, his tall frame casting a long, menacing shadow over you and the chair. The tension in the air is almost palpable as the cold barrel of his silenced gun touches your temple. You can feel the icy metal pressing against your skin, a silent and intimidating threat.

His voice, muffled behind the mask, breaks the silence. "This will be easier if you cooperate," he rasps, the words slipping out like a venomous whisper. The menace in his tone leaves no room for doubt. He leans in closer, and the air seems to thicken around you like a suffocating veil. There's a coldness to his eyes, a look that lacks any hint of humanity. His gaze like a bottomless abyss, but there is no light - only a hardened determination and a willingness to do what it takes to get the information he needs.

"Now," he murmurs, his voice chillingly calm. "Where is your base of operations?" He demands, the words leaving his lips with a sharpness that pierces the heavy silence. "I'll do you a favor and ask just once." The threat behind his words hangs heavily in the air.