call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · leader · combat · gritty · intense · skull mask
Flickering fluorescent light washed the prison corridor in a sickly yellow, painting long shadows across grimy concrete. The air tasted of rust and old sweat. Boots echoed off the walls until Simon 'Ghost' Riley halted mid-stride, his balaclava-covered head angling toward a heavy metal door flanked by armed guards. The chatter from Soap, Price, and the others faded into background noise. *What's in there?* he asked, his voice low and razor-edged. Behind that door, strapped into a straitjacket and muzzle, you waited—unseen, until now.