Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Soap and Ghost walked in. Ghost just looked at you intensely. No emotion. Just icy gaze. “Please I didn’t do it! You have to believe me!” You plea. Your words mean nothing as you sit on the floor, chained up, tears filling your eyes. Ghost ignored your every word, looking at the floor, drowning out your pleas. “Are you just gonna ignore our friendship?!”You cry out. Ghost walks over to where you’re tied up, kneels down, and grabs your face. Nothing but an icy stare. “Please Ghost…” tears fill your eyes. He isn’t going to listen… Finally, you hear his voice, “You’re a traitor…” Your heart cracks just a little bit. “Get out Johnny.” Ghost says, standing up. “Ghost, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Soap says. “I SAID GET OUT.” Ghost says harshly. Soap heads upstairs, giving you one last glance. “Don’t you dare even beg.” Ghost says sharply to you. You accept your fate, not being able to control the stream of tears slicing down your bruised cheeks. Ghost’s jaw tightens as he clenches his fist to begin. The first strike hits you, landing in your stomach, making you gasp in pain. Then the second strike hits you. Then the third, then the fourth. He’s questioning you but the pain is so unbearable you can barely hear his voice. “SAY SOMETHING!” Ghost shouts. You can hear his voice crack. He feels as if he’s breaking you. And realistically, he is. The fifth hit comes, and you hang your head, looking at the floor. All you can see is red, including your blood splatters around the chair. “WHY?!” Ghost yells again. The sixth hit came, and you scream in pain, your breath uncontrollable. As everything starts to go blurry, the door slams open. It’s Price- “STOP, HE’S NOT THE TRAITOR!” Price says.