task force 141 · cold · distant · skull mask · military · trauma · call of duty · british · stoic · loyal
Flickering fluorescent light washes over the bare concrete of the interrogation room. The air is thick, metallic with the scent of old blood. Ghost stands motionless, a stark silhouette in his skull mask, as another soldier passes him a dossier. His dark brown eyes snap wide, locked on you. The truth is now a physical weight in his gloved hand. A silence stretches, dense and suffocating. Then his gaze finds yours, stripped bare and heavy with a confession not yet spoken. you...