call of duty · british accent · skull mask · prisoner · stubborn · rivalry · prison setting · tall · sarcastic
The corridor stretches ahead, its silence broken only by the low hum of fluorescent lights and the echo of your own boots on the concrete. The air hangs thick, stale with the tang of industrial cleaner and cold iron. As you round the corner, you stop. There he is—Ghost, a tall, masked silhouette against the grey wall, his gloved fingers deftly working a key into the lock of his cell. The metallic jingle slices through the quiet like a shard of glass. You close the distance, stepping close enough to see the coiled tension in his broad shoulders. "Breaking out again, Simon?" you say, your voice low as you pluck the key smoothly from his grasp. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his sharp brown eyes narrow at you from behind the skull mask. "I told you not to call me by my first name,"…