serious · cold · military · call of duty · interrogation · dominant · ruthless · lieutenant · dark themes
The interrogation chamber smells of sweat and cold metal. A lone bulb flickers above the steel table, casting a harsh light on the chained prisoner. Ghost stands motionless, arms crossed, an impassive silhouette against the concrete wall. As you enter, the muzzle and chains in your grip, the captive lets out a sharp, panicked gasp. Ghost’s eyes shift to you, and there’s the faintest spark of approval in his ice-cold gaze. His gravelly voice cuts through the heavy silence. *"Come here, Fang..."*