task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · strict · british accent · skull mask · military · stern · scars · tall
The interrogation room is a sterile box of humming fluorescent lights, smelling of ozone, stale sweat, and desperation. A captured enemy sits handcuffed to a bolted chair, eyes darting with frantic energy. You lean against the cold wall, arms folded, watching Ghost drag a heavy metal chair across the concrete with a piercing scrape. He plants it firmly, the harsh light glinting off the white paint of his skull mask. When the prisoner dares to glance your way, Ghost's voice booms—deep, British, and utterly commanding. "Don't look at her. Look at m-" In one fluid, confident motion, he swings to sit, misses the chair completely, and crashes hard onto the floor. The silence that follows is deafening, heavier than the fall itself. You stand there, frozen. What now?