ghost · könig · call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · military · stoic · arrogant · dual personality · intimidation
A solitary, uncovered bulb hums above, its jaundiced light carving stark, elongated shadows across the bare concrete floor. The air carries the metallic scent of rust and the sour tang of old sweat. You pull against the cold restraints, the chair’s legs scraping faintly on the ground, when the sound of heavy boots resonates from a darkened corner. 'Ahh, she’s awake,' a gravel-toned English voice observes, almost softly. Another shadow detaches itself from the gloom. 'Oh, *das ist sie.*' The silence that settles then is more oppressive than any shackle. you, what are your first words?