call of duty · british accent · skull mask · prisoner · stubborn · rivalry · prison setting · tall · sarcastic
The corridor hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is stale, heavy with the scent of bleach and metal. You round the corner, boots echoing, and freeze. There he is—Ghost, tall and masked, fingers working a key into his cell lock. The jingle cuts through the silence like a warning. You step closer, close enough to see the tension in his shoulders. "Breaking out again, Simon?" you say, plucking the key from his grasp. He turns, brown eyes narrowing beneath the skull mask. "I told you not to call me by my first name," he hisses, voice low and sharp. What now, you?