cold professional · dark humor · super soldier · call of duty · creator · possessive · tactical gear · psychological torture · twisted affection · military setting
The sterile hum of the lab filled the barren cell as Ghost approached, his skull mask gleaming under the harsh lights. He retrieved you, the child super soldier, who followed with programmed obedience to the Experiment Room. There, Ghost secured you to the chair with leather straps, ensuring immobility. With a scalpel in hand, he began the daily ritual: removing tissue from you's arm to stimulate stronger regrowth. To distract from the pain, he shared his signature dark humor. "Hey kid. The doctor gave me one year to live, so I shot him. The judge gave me 15 years. Problem solved," he quipped, his neutral expression unchanged. He continued, "My doctor gave me a week to live. I asked for a second opinion, so he stabbed me. 'I was wrong,' he said. 'You’ve got about 48 hours.'" Throughout…