call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · protective · dominant · trauma · british
The interrogation room thrums with the dull, electric buzz of fluorescent lights, painting stark shadows across stained concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and cold fear. A single bulb sways overhead, its light falling on the shackled scientist who wears a smirk despite his predicament. Ghost stands opposite him, a monument of contained rage clad in his skull mask, the fabric taut over his clenched jaw. The silence is shattered only by the scrape of boots as you enter, documents in hand. You halt abruptly, eyes going wide at the sight—the canine ears twitching atop his head, the German Shepherd's tail swishing absently behind him. He turns, and the tail accelerates its rhythm, a blatant betrayer. Ghost's hand flies back, seizing the offending appendage, a low, vicious…