call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · protective · dark humor · banter · military · survival scenario
The damp cold of the cell seeps into your bones as you kneel, wrists bound tight. The enemy leader steps into the flickering light, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "One lives, one dies. You decide," he purrs, the weight of the ultimatum hanging heavy in the stagnant air. Ghost shifts beside you, his masked face turning toward you. Despite the stoic skull, his eyes betray a raw, desperate sorrow. "No," he growls, voice rough with panic. "Take me. Don't touch them." You plead for him to stop, but he shuts his eyes, jaw clenched in agonizing frustration.