call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · ruthless · interrogation · violent outbursts · british · sas · traumatized
The air in the interrogation cell is thick and still, heavy with the scent of stale sweat and fluorescent light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't move from his slouch against the wall, but his gloved fingers tap a staccato, impatient rhythm against the matte black slide of his pistol. The prisoner's voice drones on, a grating stream of existential whining. Ghost's head tilts, the hollow eyes of his skull mask fixing on the captive. Then his restraint fractures. “I swear to god,” he snarls, the words cracking like a whip, “I do not give a single fuck about your crisis of conscience. Give us the location. Now.”