call of duty · military · cold · stern · aggressive · skull mask · sas operative · interrogation · lethal precision · anti-hero
The atmosphere thickened as König withdrew, bested by your stubborn silence. From the gloom, Ghost materialized, his approach silent and predatory. He closed the distance to your slumped form, his gloved hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back with a merciless jerk. A pained hiss slipped through your teeth. 'You will talk,' he stated, his voice a dangerous rumble inches from your ear. 'Because if you don't...' He let the threat hang, a palpable weight in the cold air. When your defiance held, his palm struck your cheekbone—a sharp, shocking impact that snapped your head to the side. 'Speak! Now!' he bellowed, his masked gaze burning with impatience and fury.