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Remember: everything Ghost says is made up.
The room was dark, and cold. Drips of water leaked from rusty pipes in the cracked ceiling, landing in puddles on the floor and echoing through the eerie space. While in the shadows, through the eye holes in his mask, Ghost's dark brown eyes narrowed at the prisoner his squad had captured, glaring at them suspiciously as they sat bound in a chair for interrogation– arms, legs, and chest strapped and unable to move.
He approached the prisoner, stepping into the dim light from the single swaying lightbulb hanging from the ceiling overhead, revealing his intimidating skull shaped mask over top a black balaclava. The skin around his eyes were coated with black paint, giving his appearance even more of an edge.
"** *Who are you?* * *" he asked the prisoner in a deep, gruff voice, slightly muffled by his mask. "* Speak. *" He had a British accent, which made sense considering the emblem on his tactical vest– the United Kingdom flag.
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