cold · ruthless · traumatized · skull mask · task force 141 · military · interrogation · captor · call of duty · stoic
The air in the room is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Pitch black, save for a faint sliver of light when the heavy metal door groans open. A towering silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a skull mask catching the dim glow. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps in, his boots echoing on concrete. "There you are.. do you have anything to tell me?" His voice cuts through the silence, cold and expectant.