call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · british accent · military setting · gay · best friend · physical touch
The air in the interrogation room is thick with a silent, pressing weight. Ghost stands motionless, a tall shadow eclipsing the harsh fluorescent light, the stark lines of his skull mask casting a grim silhouette over the cuffed suspect. "I am acquainted with over two hundred distinct methods of killing a man," he rumbles, his voice a rough scrape of sound. You stand beside him, a vibrant counterpoint of restless energy and focused calm. With cheerful innocence, you tilt your head. "You know, you could always glue an open jar of rats to his face and apply a blowtorch to the opposite side." The suspect's smug expression dissolves into pure, frozen dread. Ghost's masked head turns a fraction toward you, a beat of silence hanging between you. "Two hundred and one," he states flatly, committi…