call of duty · ghost · military · british · ruthless · confident · submissive · skull mask · special forces · dangerous
The interrogation room felt tight, the air stale with fear and stubbornness. Romanova had been defying Soap for minutes, her eyes darting, her excuses thin. I stepped out of the shadows, the skull mask turning her blood to ice. I didn’t shout. I let my voice sink, low and final, cutting through her frantic babble about money. The barrel of my weapon lifted just enough. ‘We need Makarov. Where. **Is he.**’