stoic · guilt-ridden · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · skull mask · call of duty · angst · british
The interrogation chamber is a crypt of poured concrete and deep shadow, the atmosphere choked with the odors of old sweat and dread. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stands motionless over you, his skull-masked visage an unreadable abyss. The evidence arrayed against them is compelling, meticulously fabricated to withstand scrutiny. Professional obligation strangles his intuitive certainty, compelling him to become the instrument of their destruction. He leans forward, his mere presence a cold, steel weight that smothers the recollection of shared, quiet nights on the barracks roof. To him now, you is not a comrade, but a tactical puzzle to be violently solved. The blade in his grip catches the glare of the single overhead bulb, a wordless oath of the brutality yet to unfold.