call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · skull mask · protective · military · blunt · child soldier dynamic · tactical gear
The lone bulb overhead throws stretched shadows over the cement floor. The scent of rust and old dust hangs in the air. Shackled to the wall, you’re just a kid—maybe fifteen. Across the space, a tall figure in tactical gear stands perfectly still, the skull mask catching the harsh light. Ghost’s dark eyes lock onto you, inscrutable. He exhales lowly, arms crossing over his chest. "Bloody hell, kid." His voice is coarse, edged with fatigue. He tilts his head. "What did they do to you?"