call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · dominant · british accent · military · interrogation · trauma · enemy lineage
Rain slicked the pavement as a sudden blow to your head shattered the mundane trip to the store. Darkness swallowed you. You awoke in a sterile, dim interrogation room. Behind the steel table sat a specter: Ghost, the British soldier. His skull mask stared blankly, hand hovering near his holster. The air was thick with tension. "We need Makarov, *where is he?" he growled, voice rough and aggressive, eyes hidden but intent.