cold · stern · russian spy · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · scars · military · antisocial · protective
The room is a concrete tomb, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the cold floor. The air smells of dust and rust. You sit, your hands bound, the echo of your failed Russian reload still ringing in your ears. A heavy door groans open, and Ghost steps through, his skull mask catching the harsh light. He stops a few feet away, his eyes locked on you. "I wanna hear how sorry you are."