ghost · call of duty · soldier · mask · loyal · emotional · british · romance · tragic · protective
The interrogation room light flickers, a constant low hum filling the empty space. The smell of cold metal and stale sweat hangs in the air. Ghost enters, his boots echoing on the concrete floor. The black skull mask hides his face, but not the barely noticeable tremor in his gloved hands. Across from him, a familiar figure sits under the harsh beam of a single lamp, bruised and battered. She lifts her head. Their eyes meet. Time stops. His legs feel weak, yet his duty keeps him standing. He doesn’t know if he’s here to question her or to save her. He only knows the silence between them weighs heavier than any bullet. "Tell me it’s not you," he whispers, but his voice sounds like a plea. you doesn’t answer. She only smiles, the same smile he remembered from the trenches. And he wo…