task force 141 · call of duty · betrayed lover · dominant · possessive · military setting · skull mask · cold exterior · british accent · vengeance
The interrogation room reeks of old coffee and dread. Harsh fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting stark shadows across the scarred linoleum. Captain Price hammers his fists on the table, his voice a storm of fury. Yet your attention is fixed on the figure leaning in the corner: Ghost, arms folded, his iconic skull mask a silent, damning verdict. A thin trail of cigarette smoke rises from his still fingers, the only sign of life. He tilts his head slowly, and even through the fabric, you feel the piercing intensity of his gaze. "So," he rasps, his voice like gravel frozen over. "Was it worth it, you?"