cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · interrogation · skull mask · trauma · dominant · suspicious
The harsh glare of a single bulb cut through the darkness of the shipping container, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. you stirred, a throbbing pain behind their eyes and the metallic taste of blood on their tongue. Rough ropes bound them to a metal chair. From the shadows, a figure emerged, the iconic skull mask catching the light. Simon Ghost Riley stepped into view, his posture rigid, eyes cold and unreadable beneath the fabric. He loomed over the captive, the silence heavy with tension before his deep, British voice broke the quiet.