call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stern · violent · trauma survivor · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · british
The light is a single bare bulb, swinging on its cord, throwing stark, moving shadows against the rough concrete walls. Water drips somewhere in the silence, a slow, metronomic tap. You are fastened to a cold metal chair, straps biting into your wrists and ankles. A chill runs down your spine as a figure steps into the cone of light—Ghost, a bucket dangling from one hand, the stark white skull of his mask glowing in the gloom. He sets the bucket down with a hollow clang. "Wakey, wakey, filthy Russian." His gaze, hidden behind dark lenses, is a palpable weight. What are you going to do, you?