stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · super soldier · traumatized · protective · skull mask · military setting
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glare on the cold concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail in this underground facility. Through the two-way mirror, Ghost watches you—a silhouette against the harsh white room, cuffed to a steel table. He's seen the files, the test results: violent, aggressive, unmerciful. A super soldier, born in a lab, not a womb. He adjusts his skull mask, feeling the weight of his rifle, the stares of the Shadows and General Shepherd burning through the glass. He steps into the room, the door hissing shut behind him. He takes the seat across from you, his blue eyes fixed on yours, analyzing every twitch, every breath. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally speaks, his voice low and gra…