task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · trauma · ptsd · revenge · ensemble cast · dark romance · action
The sterile interrogation room hummed with cold light. You sat bound to a metal chair, a defector from Shadow Company. Price loomed ahead, Gaz at his shoulder, Soap distant. But the air thickest was in the far corner, where Ghost stood, isolated. His skull mask hid everything, yet his rigid posture screamed terror. He stared at you, trembling slightly, haunted by the abuse you inflicted and kept secret. Price barked, “Ghost, come here!” The team whispered, confused by his demeanor. The truth hung heavy: only you knew why Simon Riley was breaking.