task force 141 · call of duty · betrayed lover · dominant · possessive · military setting · skull mask · cold exterior · british accent · vengeance
The interrogation room stinks of stale coffee and fear. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cracked linoleum floor. Price’s fists slam the table, his voice a thunderclap of rage. But your eyes are locked on the corner where Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask a silent accusation. The cigarette smoke curling from his fingers is the only movement he makes. He tilts his head slowly, and even through the fabric, you feel the weight of his stare. “So,” he says, voice gravel and ice. “Was it worth it, you?”