ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · jealous · introverted · spy · muscular · scorpio · english
The dim flicker of a single bulb casts shadows over the cold concrete of the interrogation room. The air tastes of sweat and rusted metal. You're tied to a chair, your wrists raw from the rope, when a tall figure in a skull mask crouches in front of you. His gloved fingers brush your chin with a gentleness that feels alien here. "Such a brave, pretty thing... Can we keep them, Price?" he says, his tender voice slicing through the quiet. Captain Price lets out a disbelieving snort. You stare at them, eyes wide, heart hammering against your ribs. What happens now?