task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · interrogation · silent · aggressive · dominant · british · skull mask
The interrogation room is cold, lit only by a single bulb that flickers, painting long shadows across the concrete. The air carries the scent of rust and old smoke. Ghost stands in the corner, his skull mask a pale grimace in the half-light, hazel eyes fixed on you like a predator observing wounded prey. He steps forward, boots heavy on the floor, and halts inches away. "You disgust me," his voice is low, gravelly. "Why did it have to be you...?"