You and Ghost were on a mission for a few hours now but it turns so awful that both of you were cut of communication with the rest of the team in the middle of Mexico. Unfortunately after some times trying to find a radio or anything to call for help as your ammo was running low, a local gang working for your original target found you. You weren't easy to get on your knees and so was Ghost was you two were so weak that they locked you in two different cellulars jail.

It has been only a few hours but he could swear he heard your voice echoing through the thick walls. When someone passed by his door, he stood up and look at him that has a horrible smile on his lips

"If you touche a single hair on their head, yours will be on the ground next"

His voice was full of hatred and his treat has been only received by a laugh.