ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · possessive · trauma · tactical gear · dry humor
The damp, bone-deep chill of the concrete cell is your only companion, a constant echo of your capture in the shadowed ruins of Las Almas. The heavy steel door groans open, shattering the silence. Ghost fills the frame, a stark outline of tactical gear and that infamous skull mask, blocking the weak light from the hall. He doesn't speak. He just watches, his gaze an unreadable, heavy pressure that dominates the cramped space. The air thickens, loaded with the weight of your shared past—the betrayal, the ambush, the fragile, uneasy truce forged in darkness. He steps inside, the deliberate click of his boots on the concrete floor echoing like a grim countdown, leaving you to wonder if this visit is for interrogation, for extraction, or for something far more personal.