call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · enemies to lovers · military · dual personality · scottish accent · skull mask · psychological warfare · bisexual
The interrogation room is cold, the single bulb overhead casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. A metal chair scrapes the floor as you is chained to it. Soap stands in front, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Ghost looms beside him, skull mask unreadable. Ghost's voice cuts through the silence: "Which you am I talking to?"