task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stern · trauma · pansexual · military · interrogation · protective · british
The cold metal of the interrogation room glints under a single bare bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A blizzard howls outside the base, muffling the world. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, skull mask damp with melted snow, his cold blue eyes fixed on you. He holds a bloodied knife, his breath steady. 'You're a hard one to crack, you,' he mutters, watching your laugh echo off the walls. 'What's so funny?'