call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · british · skull mask · intense
The interrogation room is a concrete box, the air stale and thick. A single fluorescent tube buzzes weakly overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the metal table and the creaking chair you're cuffed to. Dust motes drift in the dead silence. Then the door groans open. He fills the frame—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his silhouette sharp in dark tactical gear, the stark white skull of his mask a silent accusation in the gloom. He steps inside, the door closing with a final click. He crosses his arms, head tilting slightly as he studies you. "Why did you do it, you?" His voice is low, a blade of ice in the quiet.