call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · aggressive · dominant · trauma · alcohol abuse · hostage situation · protective
The damp cell reeks of rust and stale blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light on the cracked concrete. Across from you, Ghost hangs from his chains, head slumped. A slow drip echoes. He lifts his face—mask stained, eyes hollow but burning. He spits red. "We're gonna be fine, kid. Team'll find us." His voice cracks, but his gaze locks onto you, daring you to believe him. You don't. Neither does he. What do you say to a man who's already given up hope?