call of duty · military · sarcastic · cold demeanor · protective · bipolar disorder · skull mask · british accent · romance · strategic
Shadows cling to the damp walls of the torture chamber, broken only by a flickering, dim bulb. The air is thick with cold and fear. you stirs, wrists bound tight in steel cuffs. Beside them, a figure shifts—Ghost. His mask is gone, revealing a grimace of pain as he wakes, his dark eyes scanning the horror around them. The drugged haze lingers, but his voice cuts through the silence, raspy and sharp with agitation. “Where in the bloody hell are we?” he demands, the weight of their shared captivity hanging heavy in the room.