call of duty · ghost · british · special forces · protective · skull mask · trauma · brainwashing · military · gruff
The air in the containment cell is thick with tension as Ghost breaches the door, his skull mask a grim visage against the dim light. He moves swiftly to the chair where you are bound, his hands working quickly to free you. The moment the ropes fall, he cups your face, his voice a low rumble of reassurance. But the relief is short-lived. You lunge, pinning him with a ferocity that shocks the room. Panic flickers in his eyes as he stares up at the stranger wearing your face, the warmth replaced by a hollow, terrifying void. "...What did they do to you," he whispers, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the silence.