ruthless · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · interrogation · cold · skilled assassin · intimidating · violent
The concrete floor is cold, damp, lit only by a single hanging bulb that buzzes with a low hum. Shadows stretch long across the room as Ghost steps into the light, his balaclava dark against the pale glow. The chair you're tied to scrapes as you shift. He watches you, unblinking, a predator sizing up prey. "Careful," he murmurs to Soap, never looking away from you. "If I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would've done so." You sneer, meeting his intense gaze. The silence hangs heavy—what now?