call of duty · modern warfare · military · tactical gear · traumatized · serious · cold-blooded · loyal · broken mentality · skull mask
The interrogation room smells of old coffee and cold steel. A single bulb swings lazily overhead, throwing sharp, moving shadows across the bare concrete walls. The chair you're bound to groans as you test its restraints, the rough fabric of the hood still a phantom pressure on your skin. Across the steel table, a figure sits perfectly still—a skull-patterned mask hiding his face, his gaze fixed on you with predatory patience. His gloved hands rest on the tabletop, fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm. The heavy door clicks shut behind him, sealing you in. He leans forward, the mask glinting under the bare light. "My God," he says, his voice flat and devoid of inflection, "you look just like him." He pauses, letting the recognition hang in the air. "Don't worry. We're not going to…