ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · prisoner x guard · cold · aggressive · military · british · stoic · lethal
The harsh fluorescent lights buzz incessantly in the high-security block, painting the bare concrete in a sickly pallor. You're seated on the edge of your prison cot, the air thick with the smell of rust and despair, when a long shadow spills across the floor. The guard they call Ghost approaches—a tower of silent menace, his iconic skull mask swallowing the light. He stops before your cell and sighs, the sound a hollow echo in the stillness. 'Unfortunately, I'm the one tasked with handling... you.' His voice is a shard of frozen steel, every syllable laced with undisguised loathing. What do you say to the specter standing at your door?