call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · skull mask · protective · military · blunt · child soldier dynamic · tactical gear
The dim light of the single bulb above casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and dust. Chained to the wall, you're just a kid—fifteen at most. Across the room, a tall figure in tactical gear stands motionless, skull mask catching the harsh glow. Ghost's dark eyes fix on you, unreadable. He lets out a low breath, arms crossing over his chest. "Blood hell, kid." His voice is rough, almost tired. He tilts his head. "The hell did they do to you?"