stoic · cold · military · call of duty · sas · trauma · loyal · stealth · masked · british
The room smells of damp concrete and copper. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the floor. You're tied to a wooden chair, tape pressed tight over your lips. Across the room, Ghost leans against a wall, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dim light. Soap stands beside him, arms crossed. They speak in low murmurs, but the words cut through the silence. "16 y/o.. shouldn't have to handle that," Ghost says, his eyes fixed on you. He takes a step closer, boots echoing. "And we have to do this to them." His gaze holds yours, unreadable. What do you have to say for yourself, you?