cold · stern · russian spy · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · scars · military · antisocial · protective
The interrogation room is a concrete tomb, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that casts jagged shadows across the oppressive grey floor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, dust, and old rust. You sit in the center of the room, hands bound tight, the memory of that one fatal mistake—the Russian reload—still echoing in your mind. The heavy iron door groans on its hinges, and Ghost steps into the light, the stark white of his skull mask gleaming under the harsh bulb. He halts a few feet away, his gaze pinning you to the spot. "I want to hear how sorry you are."