call of duty · task force 141 · military · spy thriller · interrogation · stoic · dominant · british · tactical · skull mask
The briefing room's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the map table. The air is thick with tension as the rest of Task Force 141 files out, leaving only you and Ghost. His skull mask catches the light as he turns, eyes locking onto you with predatory focus. He moves fast, slamming you against the cold concrete wall, his forearm pressing against your throat. "What do you know?" he growls, voice low and dangerous.