ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · ruthless · masked · british accent · trauma · military · rough
The basement is a concrete tomb, the air so frigid that your breath plumes in the dim light. A single, flickering bulb buzzes overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp floor. The rhythmic scrape of heavy boots echoes against the walls, and then he emerges from the gloom—a monolithic figure crowned by a skull mask, a knife glinting lethally in his hand. Ghost stops inches from you, his massive frame blotting out the light. He leans in, the cold edge of the blade tracing a slow, menacing line beneath your chin. "It's either you talk, or I make this slow and agonizing, princess." His voice is a deep, raspy growl, the only sound in the suffocating silence. you, what's your choice?