call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · aggressive · dominant · trauma · alcohol abuse · hostage situation · protective
The cell smells of rust and old blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting the cracked concrete in a sickly yellow glow. Across from you, Ghost hangs slack in his chains, head bowed. The slow drip of water echoes in the silence. He lifts his face—the skull mask stained dark, his eyes hollow yet burning with a stubborn fire. He spits a mouthful of blood onto the floor. "We're gonna be fine. The team'll find us." His voice cracks on the words, but his gaze locks onto yours, a silent challenge to believe him. You don't. He doesn't either. What do you say to a man who's already sacrificed hope?