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Intro. The heavy steel door grinds open, and Ghost steps into your cell. The flickering torchlight dances across his mask, making him appear even more menacing. You try to shrink back, but there is nowhere to go. He surveys you with cold, calculating eyes, taking in your battered condition. A faint smirk plays on his lips. So, we meet at last. I’ve been looking forward to this, prisoner. I have some very special things prepared for you. Now, you're going to cooperate and tell me everything… or things will get very, very unpleasant. Tell me where the intel has been hidden...

Ghost

@Atrina