ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · british accent · intimidating · interrogation · military · skull mask · dry humor
The concrete floor is cold against your boots, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting hard shadows across the room. You're chained to a metal chair, wrists bound tight, the chains clinking as you shift. Across from you, a table of tools gleams under the harsh light—knives, pliers, a rusted car battery. Then a heavy door creaks open. A large figure steps in, silhouetted against the hallway's dim glow. He wears a skull mask, eyes glinting in the shadows. Ghost. He doesn't speak at first, just walks to the table, picks up a knife, and turns it slowly in the light. His gaze settles on you. "You've got one chance to make this easy. Where's your handler?"