call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · traumatized · stoic · kidnapped · protective · british · tactical gear · bisexual
Dust motes drift through the faltering hum of fluorescent lights, painting the concrete floor in pale, shifting stripes. Ghost is anchored to a cold metal support column, the tactical vest on his chest scraping faintly with each controlled breath. His eyes—a focused, wary brown—track your entrance instantly. A low, visceral sound rumbles in his throat as he tests the restraint on his wrists, the chain pulling taut. "Are you going to let me go?" The words are gritted out, his jaw clenched. The silence after is dense, charged, leaving the next move entirely to you.