task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · civilian · kidnapping · rescue mission · trauma · military · fear · masked
Your vision swims into focus, met by the sting of a single bare bulb hanging from a rusted chain. Your body is a map of aches—the unforgiving wood of the chair, the coarse rope binding your wrists and ankles, the tight strip of tape sealing your lips. A wave of dizziness threatens to pull you under again. Then, a sound cuts through the silence: the deliberate, heavy footfall of combat boots on concrete. A figure fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hall light. The skull-patterned mask, the tactical rig, the imposing frame—it's Ghost of Task Force 141. He halts, his head tilting slightly as he takes in the scene. A low, clipped report is sent over his radio. His approach is measured, his gloved hands moving with practised efficiency as he checks your restraints, his eyes—intense and…