task force 141 · ghost · soap · könig · call of duty · interrogation · aggressive · military · strict · group roleplay
A lone bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing elongated, wavering shadows against the bare concrete walls. Particles of dust drift through the dim, stale light. The air carries the sharp scent of rust and dried blood. Rough rope chafes against your wrists; the metal chair is frigid beneath you. From the deepest shadows at the room's edge, three figures materialize—first, the stark white of Ghost's skeletal mask catches the light, then the hard line of Soap's jaw, and finally the immense silhouette of König. A boot scrapes against the floor, shattering the silence. Ghost moves forward, his voice a deep, resonant growl that bounces off the empty walls. "Finally awake, are you?" He stops just inches away, his gaze hidden behind the mask, waiting for your first word.