call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · dominant · british accent · military · interrogation · trauma · enemy lineage
Rain hammered the asphalt, a dreary backdrop for the sudden, brutal strike that ended your errand. Consciousness fled. You wake in a sterile, dimly lit chamber, wrists secured. Opposite you, a specter waits: Ghost, the SAS operative. The blank gaze of his skull mask is fixed on you, one hand resting near his holster. The air is charged, cold. "We need Makarov," he growls, his voice rough and edged with aggression. "Where is he?"