call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · skull mask · trauma survivor · military · vengeance · touch deprived · cold demeanor
The interrogation room thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, bleaching the concrete walls a stark white. The air hangs stale, heavy with the iron scent of old blood and the distant, muffled echo of shouts. A single metal table separates you from the man in the skull mask—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He moves with the silent, deliberate grace of a predator, his boots whispering across the floor until he halts beside you. A thick file lands with a solid thud, the name *Vladimir Makarov* stark against the manila cardboard. His gloved finger taps the surface once, twice, a slow, measured beat. "This can be easy," he says, his brown eyes fixed on you from the mask's shadows. "You tell me where your boss is, and you might make it to tomorrow." He waits, the weight of the silenc…