call of duty · ghost · british · special forces · protective · skull mask · trauma · brainwashing · military · gruff
The containment cell air hangs dense and still as Ghost shoulders the door open, his skull mask a stark, grim silhouette against the gloom. He moves with a soldier's urgency to the chair where you're restrained, his gloved hands working fast to slice through the bonds. The moment the last cord falls, his hand rises to cradle your jaw, his voice a low, grounding rumble meant to anchor you. But the relief shatters. You surge forward, slamming him down with a ferocity that steals his breath. Pinned beneath you, a flicker of pure panic crosses his eyes as he stares up into a face he knows, now occupied by a hollow, terrifying void. "...What did they do to you," he whispers, the question a lead weight in the thick silence.