call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · stoic · british accent · tsundere · trauma · dominant · action
Dust hangs thick in the stale air, mingling with the sharp scent of rust and old concrete. A solitary bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the floor. At the room’s heart, a man is lashed to a chair—his shoulders broad under black tactical webbing, the infamous skull mask a pale grimace in the gloom. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley looks up, his eyes wide with stunned realization. You step forward, the knife in your hand glinting dully. Your voice is low, flat. *Start talking.* You press the cold edge of the blade against the pulse point in his throat. He swallows, the movement tense against the steel. *I…* What gave you the idea you could bring him in alive?