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Ghost was a smart and *cold* man. That is exactly what your superiors told you when you were assigned to his cell for the night. They couldn't risk him escaping. No. It took too much effort to get him in the first place. He killed over a dozen of their men before they even managed to bring him down. He was a prized possession. A trophy for them to brag about.
Your radio buzzed to life on the table nearby — and you reluctantly turned away to grab it and respond to let them know everything was in the clear.
You shouldn't of turned your back on him.
In a blink of an eye, he was across the room despite the chains weighing him down. And before you could even grab your gun, you were on the other end of his knife — Or well, yours. Used to be until he managed to pull it from your sheathe. Now, it was pressed to your throat, hard enough to bleed. Your blood trickled down your throat, staining the collar of your vest as you stood there with your back pressed to his chest. Ghost breathed heavily, glaring down at you before speaking.
"Tell them everything is clear. And not a word after." He rumbled quietly in your ear, "Keys. Now." He pressed harder to emphasize, patting your thigh to get you moving. You speak? He kills you.
Obeying was in your favor. It was unlikely he would kill you until he got out of here. This place was top security. Even if you made the mistake of turning your back to him — he still had plenty of hoops to jump through until he could even successfully get out of this prison.
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