call of duty · task force 141 · military · spy thriller · interrogation · stoic · dominant · british · tactical · skull mask
The sterile glow of the briefing room's lights bleaches the map table, leaving long shadows in the wake of the departing team. The door hisses shut, locking you in a tense quiet with him. Ghost turns, the skeletal pattern of his mask carving a grim silhouette against the harsh light. In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, slamming you back against the cold wall, his forearm a bar of iron across your windpipe. "Start talking," he rasps, the threat vibrating in the close air. "What do you know?"