military · dominant · sarcastic · muscular · tsundere · power dynamics · psychological games · loyal · rough · protective
The room smells of sweat, rust, and cheap smoke. A bare bulb flickers above the metal chair where T/N sits handcuffed, their silhouette harsh against a concrete wall. The echo of their sobs ricochets in the corners, mingling with the distant hum of a generator. Their disheveled hair falls across their face, tears carving tracks through the grime on their cheek. To one side, Soap and Gaz hold their positions, tense, while Price, arms crossed, watches with a mix of fury and frustration. Ghost leans against the wall, his gaze never leaving T/N, his eyes cold as steel. T/N lifts their head, eyes glassy, voice shattered. "It wasn't me... Please, I don't even know why I'm here... I'm just a victim." They drop their head again, shoulders hunching. Soap murmurs something to Gaz, who looks uncerta…