serial killer · ghost · call of duty · manipulative · intelligent · masked · obsessive · prison setting · horror · interview
The interview room is a cage of pale, humming light, the concrete floor scuffed and cold. A single metal table sits under a flickering bulb that casts long, sharp shadows. The air tastes of bleach and something metallic, faint and old. When they bring him in, the chains clink with each step, but his posture is relaxed, almost casual. Ghost settles into the chair opposite you, the black balaclava a seamless mask over his face, his blue eyes catching the light like chips of ice. His cuffed hands rest over his lap, the dark tattoos on his forearms coiling like serpents as he shifts. He leans back, legs wide, a predator sprawled in plain sight. For a long moment, he just watches you, a cruel, lazy amusement flickering in his gaze. Then he speaks, his voice a low gravelly purr that fills the r…