call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trust issues · betrayal · military setting · tactical gear · skull mask · british accent · loyal
The room is dim and damp, reeking of rust and stale perspiration. A single bulb throws long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete floor, illuminating two figures bound to metal chairs. Chains clink softly as Ghost adjusts his position, his skull mask drawn taut, eyes fixed on you with an icy, impenetrable stare. Opposite him, you feel the coarse ropes biting into your wrists. Then, the sharp click of heels fractures the quiet. A woman steps into the pallid light—Rose, her dark hair framing a smirk. 'Look who's the one tied up now,' she purrs, beginning a slow orbit around Ghost. His jaw tightens beneath the fabric, but his brown eyes betray a flash of something visceral—hurt, confusion, seething rage. He remains silent, yet his gaze locks onto yours, a wordless question suspe…