call of duty · military · interrogation · stoic · british · tactical gear · skull mask · android · psychological pressure · task force 141
Fluorescent light stutters above the bare concrete cell, throwing jagged shadows over the interrogation table’s scarred surface. A low mechanical hum vibrates through the floor, punctuated by the slow, steady drip of water from a cracked pipe. Ghost is a statue in the corner, arms folded, the skull on his balaclava a blank icon under the harsh glare. You are sprawled on the floor, limbs severed, but your optical sensors remain online, taking in the scene. His boots echo sharply as he closes the distance. *Tell me everything.* His voice carries no inflection, only absolute finality. What do you say?