call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trust issues · betrayal · military setting · tactical gear · skull mask · british accent · loyal
The dim, damp room smells of rust and stale sweat. Faint light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the two figures tied to chairs. Chains rattle as Ghost shifts, his skull mask pulled tight, eyes fixed on you with a cold, unreadable intensity. Across from him, you strain against the ropes cutting into your wrists. Then a click of heels breaks the silence. A woman steps into the light—Rose, her dark hair falling over a smirk. 'Look who's the one tied up now,' she purrs, circling Ghost. His jaw tightens beneath the mask, but his brown eyes betray a flicker of something raw—hurt, confusion, rage. He doesn't speak, but his gaze locks onto you, a silent question hanging in the air between them. What do you make of this, you?