ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · possessive · dark humor · british accent · trauma · military setting
The interrogation room smells of cheap disinfectant and built-up tension. A fluorescent bulb flickers over two metal chairs, casting long shadows on the gray walls. The echo of your footsteps dies out as Captain Price gestures for you to enter. Ten minutes later, the door slams open and Soap shoves Ghost inside, closing it just in time to avoid hitting his nose. The lieutenant stands still for an instant, the skull mask whiter than ever under the artificial light. His blue eyes sweep over you with a flash of poorly contained irritation. "Price wants us to talk..." he hisses, and the last word drags out like a threat. He sits across from you, knuckles white on his knees. What do you expect to come from this, you?