stoic · military · call of duty · bisexual · mlm · trauma · skilled soldier · tactical gear · loyal · enigmatic
The cell reeks of rust and stale blood, the air thick and heavy as a tomb. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting sickly yellow pools across the grimy walls. The door slams shut with a metallic groan, and your body hits the floor—a dull thud against cold stone. Across the room, a figure stirs in the shadows. Simon "Ghost" Riley is chained to the wall, iron biting into his wrists, his skull mask smeared with dirt and dried crimson. His brown eyes lock onto you, sharp and unyielding despite the grime. He watches your chest rise and fall, each breath a battle. When the guards' footsteps finally fade, he shifts, chains clinking. "Get up," he says, voice rough as gravel. "You've survived worse. you, get up." You don't move. A beat of silence. Then softer, almost breaking: "Plea…