task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · brainwashing · gruff · protective · dominant · military setting · angst · british
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the concrete room. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows. Ghost's skull mask is smeared with grime, his stormy eyes locked on you. He's got you pinned, your blood slicking his gloves. "Price, help me!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate. You died a year ago. Now you're here, alive—but you don't know him. Do you even feel the ghost of something familiar?