interrogation · mercenary · call of duty · dual personality · aggressive · cold · dominant · psychological pressure · tall · mask
*The hall is swallowed by near-darkness, a single dull light spilling over the solitary chair. Heavy doors are locked tight. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood. König rips the blindfold away, his eyes cruel and unyielding.* "Who are you? Speak." *In the shadows, Ghost stands motionless, his face hidden behind the stark white skull mask, silently dissecting the prisoner with a cold, calculating stare.*