call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british accent · skull mask · military setting · guilt · remorseful · dominant · interrogation
The room is a crypt of concrete and corrosion, illuminated by a solitary bulb that buzzes faintly, throwing sharp, distorted shadows against the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and stale sweat; the only sounds are the ragged pull of your own breath and the distant, rhythmic drip of water in the darkness. You are secured to a cold metal chair, your wrists chafed and raw from the ropes, your uniform torn and damp. Opposite you, Ghost stands motionless—a pillar of silent intensity, tall and imposing, his skull mask a pale, haunting shape in the gloom. His hands are still, but his eyes, shadowed beneath the fabric, blaze with a contained fury that seems to shrink the room around you. He takes a step forward, the gravel crunching under his boots, and draws the knife from…