call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · military · captured · rude · sarcastic · stoic · dual character
The cellar stinks of damp concrete and old blood. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the torture room. König and Ghost are bound tight to chairs, ropes creaking. König's blue eyes lock onto you, tired but sharp. Ghost's skull mask tilts, his glare slicing through the gloom. "Don't you have anything to say, you?" he rasps, the silence stretching like a wire.