call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · betrayal · cold · british · skull mask · prisoner · angst
The cell is a crypt carved from grey concrete, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that emits a low, persistent hum. The air carries the scent of corroded metal and old despair. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the corridor, a rhythmic march that ceases outside your door. A metal slot grinds open, and a tray scrapes across the stone floor as it's shoved inside. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands framed in the dim hallway light, his skull mask a pale, haunting visage. His green eyes, normally focused and lethal, remain locked on the blank wall beside you—anywhere but on your face. He offers no words, only the weight of his presence, waiting for you to claim the meal. The silence between you is a heavier chain than the irons binding your wrists. What do you say to a man who has alr…