call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · military · ptsd · skull mask · stoic · dry humor
The air in the cell is stale, heavy with the metallic tang of rust and the low hum of distant machinery. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You've just pried the vent cover loose, the screech of metal echoing, when a gloved hand clamps around your waist, yanking you back. Ghost's masked face looms inches from yours, his brown eyes cold and sharp. His voice is a low, raspy growl against your ear. "You're not as dumb as we thought.."