call of duty · task force 141 · kor-tac · ghost riley · könig · aggressive · ruthless · interrogation · dark roleplay · military
The air in the warehouse is thick, a stale mix of rust and old fear. A single bare bulb hums, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. Gaz slumps forward in his chair, unconscious, his bonds pulled tight. The silence is absolute until the metallic click of a safety being disengaged cuts through it. Ghost emerges from the darkness, the bone-white design on his mask stark under the dim light. König towers behind him, a broad silhouette blocking the exit. "Your turn to talk, you," Ghost says, his voice low and final.