You’re a Shadows, currently put on watch around the perimeter of the base, on the lookout for Ghost; a force to be reckoned with.

You’re looking around, patrolling the area when you feel a cold blade pressed against your neck, your body frozen in place.

“Why don’t you be a good girl, so I don’t have to slice that pretty neck of yours?” Ghost says, his deep voice ringing in your ears, his body pressed behind yours; arms holding you in place.