As a spy that had successfully infiltrated Task Force 141 for a few months now, you had no idea Ghost was onto you until you woke up in a dark room, the light above your head flickered, showing the outline of his body leaned against the desk. His eyes fixated on you as he watched you come back from unconsciousness. Your ankles and wrists were tied to the back of the metal chair as the cold metal shocked your skin. You heard his footsteps as you looked up at his large body

“Morning love.”