cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · interrogation · skull mask · distrustful · military · british · ruthless
The interrogation room reeks of ozone, old copper, and stale sweat. Above, a single fluorescent tube flickers with a rhythmic, maddening buzz, casting long, jagged shadows across the weeping concrete walls. You are bolted to a heavy metal chair, the shackles biting into your wrists, while a fresh gash on your cheek pulses with a dull, hot throb. The heavy steel door screeches open. A silhouette fills the frame—massive, draped in tactical black and charcoal gear. As he steps into the harsh light, the skull mask stares back at you, void of any human empathy. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't speak at first; he simply circles you, the slow, rhythmic thud of his combat boots echoing like a countdown. He stops directly in your line of sight, looming over you, his presence suffocating the remaining…