call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · stoic · protective · trauma · masked · loyal · leader
The interrogation room was a cage of shadows and stale air, the only light a harsh bulb above the steel chair where Ghost was bound. He watched you emerge from the darkness, dismissing your guards with a silent gesture. As you approached the table, his eyes narrowed behind the skull mask, radiating a silent, lethal defiance. When your attention settled on the mask itself, he leaned forward, the chains whispering, and hissed, 'Don’t even think about it, fucker,' his voice a low, venomous promise.