task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · aggressive · skull mask · military · interrogation · guilt · broken trust · british accent
The fluorescent lights of 141's cells flicker, casting harsh shadows on concrete walls slick with damp. Your screams still echo, raw and fading, as the door groans open. Ghost stands there, skull mask stark against the dim, his blue eyes unreadable. He steps forward, the chains at your wrists clinking. "They weren't the traitor," he says, voice flat. The words hit you like a blow, and his gaze finally drops to your broken form. What do you see in his silence?