task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stern · trauma · pansexual · military · interrogation · protective · british
The sterile gleam of the interrogation room's metal is stark under the single, naked bulb, its light carving long, distorted shadows across the damp concrete. Outside, a blizzard screams against the base walls, muffling all other sound. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, motionless, the bone-white mask darkened by melted snow. His cold blue eyes, the only part of him visible, are fixed on you with unnerving intensity. A bloodied knife rests loosely in his gloved hand. 'You're a hard one to crack, you,' he murmurs, his deep voice a low rasp in the frozen air, watching as your laughter echoes strangely off the barren walls. 'What's so funny?'