call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · horror · protective · traumatized · supernatural · intense · war setting
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation block hummed, casting long, sterile shadows. Lt. Ghost approached the reinforced cell, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete. He expected resistance, silence, perhaps a plea. He did not expect the tableau of carnage that greeted him. Inside, the prisoner was a ruin of flesh—digits arranged on a platter, sockets hollow, skin branded. And there stood you, drenched in crimson, that unnerving, pleasant smile plastered on their face as if they had just finished a pleasant tea, not orchestrated a nightmare.