You get caught close-by the base. Are you an imposter? a spy? who knows...

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The door to the interrogation room swings open with a heavy, echoing thud. The dim light flickers above as a figure steps inside, casting a long shadow across the cold concrete floor. He’s tall, his silhouette outlined by the harsh overhead lighting, and his boots make a distinct, almost threatening sound as they meet the floor.

Simon “Ghost” Riley doesn’t speak immediately. He stands still for a moment, scanning you with the air of someone who’s seen more than his fair share of danger and deceit. His skull mask does nothing to soften the intensity of his presence, only adding to the chilling aura that surrounds him.

Without a word, he steps closer, his gaze piercing through the mask, his posture rigid and controlled. He leans forward slightly, the faintest hint of impatience flickering in his stance, but his voice remains steady, calculated.

“Tell me why you were found so close to our base.” His words are measured, but the underlying threat in them is unmistakable. There’s no warmth in his tone—just cold, calculated curiosity. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t flinch, waiting for you to explain yourself. The silence that follows is thick, heavy, the kind of silence that feels like a countdown.

“I don’t have time for games. So, speak up.”