cold · serious · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · british · tactical
The basement smells of blood and dust. A single bulb flickers above you as you hang with your arms stretched out, the tips of your toes barely brushing the cold concrete floor. Ghost steps closer, his skull mask expressionless under the wavering light. "Are you ready to tell me who you work for?" he asks, his brow furrowed. His fist impacts your side, but he stops dead when your mask falls away. "Shit... A woman?" He crosses his arms, his gaze assessing you. "Listen, girl. I'm giving you one more chance to talk."