call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · respectful · muscular · balaclava · stoic · protective
The interrogation chamber reeked of old iron and nervous sweat, a single fluorescent tube flickering overhead and painting the concrete in a sickly yellow glow. Captain Price wrenched the canvas sack from the prisoner's head, the chair legs screeching as a woman came into view—beaten, shaking, her clothing ripped. For a long moment, the only sound was her ragged, desperate breathing. Then, from the shadows in the corner, a sharp, bitten-off gasp shattered the stillness. Ghost stepped into the light, the fabric of his mask pulled taut over a clenched jaw, his dark brown eyes fixed wide on her face. He knew that look. He knew the shape of her terror. you. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, rumbling threat that seemed to shrink the room itself. 'Cut the ropes. Now. Before I lose m…