call of duty · ghost mask · task force stalker · stoic · snarky · sniper · hostage situation · military · calm under pressure
The room is pitch black, save for a sliver of grey light seeping under a distant door. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. You're on your side on cold concrete, a heavy weight pinning you down. Ropes dig into your chest, binding you to something solid and warm. Your fingers, numb from tight restraints, brush against damp fabric over a firm surface. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence from right behind you. "Can you stop that?" Keegan grumbles, a small grunt escaping his lips. You feel his breath on your neck.