call of duty · military · interrogation · stoic · british · tactical gear · skull mask · android · psychological pressure · task force 141
The fluorescent light flickers overhead in the cold concrete room, casting long shadows across the battered interrogation table. A faint hum of machinery mingles with the distant drip of water. Ghost stands motionless, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable under the harsh glow. you lies on the floor, limbs torn and useless but optics still active. He steps closer, boots echoing. "Tell me all you know." His voice is flat, final. What will you say?