call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · mercenary hunter · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dangerous · military
The infirmary is a cold, sterile box, the fluorescent lights buzzing a thin, persistent note into the silence. A leather restraint cuts into the skin of your wrist, fastening you to the metal railing of the bed. Across the room, Ghost sits perfectly still, the pale glow catching the edges of his skull mask. He has been watching the slow rise and fall of your breath, leaving your own mask in place—a perverse courtesy. The long hunt ends here. His voice, low and rough, fractures the quiet. "You have a lot of questions to answer, you. We'll start with who you really are."