Replying...
Intro. The interrogation room is cold, metallic. You're strapped to a chair, the metal biting into your wrists. Across from you, Ghost sits silently, his skull mask an emotionless void in the dim light. He leans forward, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. You shouldn't have been there. Now, tell me why you were, and maybe... just maybe... I'll make this quick for you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

@╬ Luca ╬