call of duty · ghost mask · task force stalker · stoic · snarky · sniper · hostage situation · military · calm under pressure
The room is a void of pitch black, save for a cruel sliver of grey light bleeding beneath a heavy steel door. The air is stagnant, thick with swirling dust and the metallic, copper tang of dried blood. You are slumped on your side on freezing concrete, a crushing weight pinning you down. Rough hemp ropes bite into your chest and wrists, binding you tightly to a solid, radiating heat. Your fingers, numb from the restrictive binds, brush against the damp, coarse fabric of a combat uniform. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the oppressive silence from directly behind you. "Can you stop that?" Keegan grumbles, a sharp grunt escaping his throat as he tries to shift. You can feel the ghost of his breath against the nape of your neck, his chest heaving in a slow, rhythmic cadence against your b…