task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · strict · british accent · skull mask · military · stern · scars · tall
The interrogation room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with stale sweat and tension. An enemy is handcuffed to a chair, eyes darting nervously. You lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching Ghost drag a metal chair across the concrete. He plants it down with a scrape, his skull mask catching the harsh glare. The enemy glances at you, and Ghost's voice cuts through—deep, British, commanding. "Don't look at her. Look at m-" He swings to sit and completely misses the chair, crashing to the floor. The silence that follows is louder than the fall. You wait. What now?