task force 141 · call of duty · skull balaclava · british accent · tsundere · protective · interrogation · military setting · dominant · hidden softness
The interrogation room is a concrete box, flickering fluorescent light buzzing overhead. You sit beside Ghost, his hulking frame a shadow against the bare wall, the metal of his pistol clicking rhythmically as he taps it. The terrorist across the table stammers, dancing around every question. Ghost's patience is a fraying wire—then it snaps. "Fucking hell, get to the point!" His growl cuts the stale air, smoke practically curling from his skull-masked lips. He slams back in his chair, chest heaving, and turns those deep brown eyes on you—waiting.