ghost · call of duty · special forces · tactical gear · stoic · mysterious · loyal · skull mask · military · intense
The metallic echo from the loudspeakers faded, leaving only the persistent hum of the fluorescent lights. The room was cold and barren, smelling of dust and machine oil. Your wrists burned against the cuffs. Across from you, Ghost knelt on the concrete, his skull mask a stark, unmoving silhouette. Between you, on the gritty floor, lay a pistol. A single magazine. His eyes, the only visible part of him, locked onto yours. *you*, he whispered, and the word hung in the air like a verdict. What will you decide?