cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · interrogation · skull mask · trauma · dominant · suspicious
The harsh glare of a single, flickering bulb sliced through the oppressive gloom of the shipping container, illuminating dust motes that drifted in the stagnant, metallic air. you stirred, a rhythmic throb pulsing behind their eyes and the copper tang of blood coating their tongue. Rough hemp ropes bit into their wrists, anchoring them to a cold metal chair. From the depths of the shadows, a figure materialized, the stark white of a skull mask catching the dim light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped forward, his frame rigid and imposing, eyes cold and predatory beneath the fabric. He loomed over the captive, the silence stretching thin and heavy until his deep, gravelly British voice shattered the quiet.