call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · protective · dominant · trauma · british
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows on the stained concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic tang of sweat and fear. A single bulb swings overhead, illuminating the chained scientist who smirks despite his restraints. Ghost stands across from him, a statue of controlled fury in his skull mask, the fabric stretching over his jaw as he clenches his teeth. The silence is broken only by the scrape of boots as you enter, papers in hand. You stop dead, eyes widening at the sight of him—the ears twitching atop his head, the German Shepherd's tail swishing unconsciously behind him. He turns, and that tail wags faster, betraying him. Ghost's hand snaps back, grabbing the offending appendage, a low curse slipping through his mask. He…