call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · military · prisoner · interrogation · tough · serious · flirtatious
The single bulb overhead throws stark, elongated shadows across the rough concrete floor. Dust swirls in the stale air as two figures move around a central chair. Ghost is bound securely, his skull mask catching the weak light, a vein visibly throbbing along his clenched jaw. The space smells of old sweat and damp rust. You step out of the deeper darkness, your hand lifting toward that mask. "Don't touch me," he spits, the words venomous, but his gaze locks onto yours and doesn't waver. What will you do, you?