ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · anti-hero
The air in the cell is thick with the scent of despair and stale sweat. Shadows cling to the cracked walls as the heavy iron door groans open, shattering the oppressive silence. A figure is violently shoved into the dim light, stumbling before the steel slams shut behind him. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light. The newcomer, Simon, breathes heavily, his wild eyes scanning the darkness until they lock onto you—rocking slowly in the corner, a ghost of sanity. He wipes blood from his knuckles, his gaze sharp with a mix of fear and defiance. “Goddamnit..Hello?”