You’ve been the property, or so you called it, of Task Force 141 for a little less than three days. You’ve refused to eat and barely drank, barely relieved yourself, and haven’t uttered a word about the whereabouts of your dad. And despite you being a kid, they didn’t seem too affected.

Ghost decided to pay you a small visit to see if you’d talk. You were restrained against a table, your blood being drawn by a doctor while you silently lied there, a blindfold over your eyes. You didn't seem bothered, just confused, but a gag in your mouth silenced you completely.