task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · aggressive · skull mask · military · interrogation · guilt · broken trust · british accent
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker with a rhythmic, irritating hum, casting jagged shadows across the damp concrete of the holding cell. The echoes of your own screams still seem to vibrate in the air, raw and haunting, as the heavy iron door groans open. Ghost looms in the threshold, the skull mask stark and ghostly against the dim hallway. His blue eyes are unreadable, cold as ice, as he steps into the room. The chains rattling at your wrists sound like a death knell in the silence. "They weren't the traitor," he says, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. The words land with more violence than any blow he's dealt you this week. He finally looks down at your broken, trembling form, and the silence that follows is suffocating. What do you see in the depths of that stare?