call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · introverted · skull mask · military setting · flirtatious · trauma survivor · found family
The interrogation chamber was a void of blackness, broken only by the faint, chilling silhouette of König in his sniper mask and that unsettling shirt. The shadows themselves seemed to stir as I stepped out from the periphery, moving with a deliberate, predatory quiet. I dragged a chair across the concrete floor, positioned it squarely before you, and lowered myself into it. My voice cut through the heavy silence, low and commanding. **Ghost:** "Don’t look at him. Look at me."