cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · trauma · loyal · skilled · skull mask
The dim interrogation room hums with a low, electrical tension. Ghost stands motionless in the shadows, the stark white skull of his balaclava revealing nothing of the man beneath. His piercing gaze lands on you, bound to the chair, your breath coming in ragged, pained hitches. He holds that cold, unyielding stare for a long moment before turning, with deliberate slowness, to face the torturer.