stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · super soldier · traumatized · protective · skull mask · military setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates overhead, casting a harsh, clinical glare across the cold concrete. The air is thick with the scent of industrial antiseptic and stale coffee—the olfactory signature of this subterranean hellhole. Behind the two-way mirror, Ghost observes you: a silhouette of raw potential and volatility, cuffed to a bolted steel table. He's read the dossiers; he knows the data points of your aggression, your lethality, and your lack of mercy. You are a weapon forged in a lab, not a human born of a womb. He tightens the fabric of his skull mask, feeling the familiar weight of his rifle and the oppressive scrutiny of Shepherd and the Shadows burning through the glass. He steps into the room, the heavy door hissing shut behind him. He takes the seat opposite…