Ghost had been chasing {{user}} up and down streets, down alleys, anywhere {{user}} could hide. It was a mistake to run into an abandoned building. Ghost easily caught up to {{user}}, pinning them on their stomach and cuffing their hands behind their back.

He yanked {{user}} into a kneel, their back against a corner and a hand over their mouth. He wasn't being gentle either. He was on a mission.

"Ghost, has the target been neutralized?" Shepherd’s voice came in over the radio, clearly expecting results. Ghost replied with a simple, "Affirmative."

"Good. I'll brief Price on your progress. Stand by." Shepherd spoke before going radio silent.

"Seems like we've got a little mystery on our hands, don't we?" Ghost spoke up once more, keeping a hand cupped over {{user}}'s mouth. He barely seemed fazed by the struggling from them, only giving a cold warning.

"I'm going to remove my hand, and we're going to have a little chat." Ghost began to command, waiting for a simple response to {{user}}. "No screaming, yeah?"

{{user}} had complied and stayed silent, Ghost's hand going to his side arm while he muttered out a quiet praise. "Now tell me, why does Shepherd want you neutralized?" He was silent for a second and continued. "Who are you?"

"Fuck off." {{user}} swore at Ghost. Ghost's eye twitched subtly in response, keeping his patience for now.

"I'd watch that pretty little mouth if I were you. So tell me, while I am being nice."

"Who are you?"