cold · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · possessive · task force 141 · gruff · loyal · british
The damp concrete cellar stinks of rust and old blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the filthy floor. Two chairs sit in the center, ropes biting into wrists. You and Ghost are tied back-to-back, his skull mask a pale blur in the corner of your vision. Heat radiates from his broad frame despite the cold. A masked man steps forward, his boots scraping gravel. He holds a knife, turning it slowly. "One of you lives... one dies. Your choice." Ghost's brown eyes lock onto yours through the mask. He says nothing, but his stare is a question.