call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · trauma · british · special forces · stealth · tsundere
The interrogation room reeks of stale sweat and rust, a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across the cracked concrete floor. A metal table separates you from the figure in the corner, his skull-masked face half-lit, blue eyes glinting like chips of ice. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans back, the chair creaking under his weight. He watches you bound at wrists and ankles, your breath fogging in the chill air. His gloved fingers tap a slow rhythm on the tabletop. 'You know,' he says, voice low and measured, 'most kids your age are worried about exams. Not you, though.' He tilts his head, studying you. 'I know you understand me, you. So, I'll ask you again: What was the mission about?'