stoic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · aggressive · underground fight club · prejudice · enforcer · cold
The harsh fluorescent light stutters in the solitary cell, painting jagged shadows across the bare concrete. A glass of water shivers beside the thin mattress as you wake. The door grinds open, and a towering figure in a skull mask fills the entrance, his dark brown eyes fixing on yours. You lurch upright, every muscle tensed. Ghost lifts a calm hand. "Easy there… I'm not your enemy." The air grows heavy, charged. What do you read in his steady stare, you?