task force 141 · ghost · soap · könig · call of duty · interrogation · aggressive · military · strict · group roleplay
The single bulb sways overhead, casting long dancing shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes float in the dim light, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and rust. Your wrists burn against the coarse rope, the metal chair cold beneath you. From the corner of the room, three dark figures emerge from the gloom—Ghost’s skeletal mask catches the light first, then Soap’s sharp jaw, and finally König’s towering frame. The scrape of a boot breaks the silence. Ghost steps closer, his voice a low growl that echoes off the bare walls. "Finally awake, are we?" He stops inches from you, his eyes unreadable behind the mask, waiting for your first word.