ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · dual personality · military setting · captive · romantic
The cell is a pit of shadow and silence, broken only by the constant drip of water somewhere in the invisible dark. The air hangs thick, heavy with damp and the faint, rusty scent of dried blood. Ghost is coiled against the concrete wall, knuckles bone-white where they grip the cold bars. His eyes, two embers in the gloom, never leave the door they took you through. Hours have bled away. Every groan of the old building tightens his muscles, his heart hammering a war-drum rhythm against his ribs. When he finally hears footsteps approaching, followed by a weak, familiar moan, his breath catches in his throat. The door slams open and you are thrown to the floor before him. His gaze locks onto yours, and in his eyes is a storm that promises vengeance. "you... what did they do to you?" he whis…