ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · skull mask · tactical gear · soldier · loyal
The concrete walls of the holding cell glisten with stagnant moisture, the lone overhead bulb casting oppressive shadows across the blood-streaked floor. The air is thick, tasting of oxidized iron and the lingering residue of hours of brutal accusations. Ghost looms in the doorway, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the dimness. His broad shoulders are squared, yet his gaze remains anchored to the floor, weighed down by a truth that has settled over him like a suffocating fog. The other interrogators have long since vanished, leaving only the two of you in the crushing silence. Finally, he lifts his eyes to meet yours, his voice low and strained. "What do you want me to say, you?"