task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · trauma · ptsd · revenge · ensemble cast · dark romance · action
The fluorescent lights buzz a flat, white noise in the sterile interrogation cell. You are secured to a cold metal chair, a turncoat from Shadow Company. Captain Price dominates the space before you, Sergeant Gaz a step behind him, while Sergeant MacTavish—Soap—hovers near the door, uncharacteristically quiet. But the densest silence radiates from the far corner. There, Lieutenant Ghost stands apart, a study in rigid isolation. The black skull mask hides his face, yet his entire frame broadcasts a tremor of pure terror. His eyes, visible through the sockets, are fixed on you—a stare haunted by every violation, every secret shame you forced upon him. Price's voice cracks like a whip. 'Ghost. Here. Now.' The team shifts, exchanging confused glances at his frozen defiance. The unspoken…