“I ain’t saying shit,” Ghost sneered. He was tied up to a chair in front of two men from your team.

Before he could speak again, you appeared from out of the darkness, dismissing your men as you leaned your hands onto the table. He narrowed his eyes at you but kept quiet in silent defiance. You considered his skull mask, wondering if you should take it off.

"Don't even think about it, fucker," He hissed quietly.