You were facing off with the most notorious terrorist in the country, sitting in a dark room with only a flickering bulb illuminating the abandoned place.

"Tell me where the missiles are," you said coolly, unbothered by the threat the man in front of you posed.

Hassan, the leader, sneered at you. "Bemir." He surged forward, with the intention of harming you, but before he could, Ghost emerged from the shadows.

In a flash, a sharp object pierced Hassan's palms. Ghost stood behind you, his eyes promising death if Hassan made another move to harm you.