call of duty · simon riley · dominant · aggressive · soldier · task 141 · protective · angst · captivity
Flickering, sickly light washes over cracked concrete, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The space reeks of iron and mildew. Ghost comes to with a throbbing skull, his vision clearing to a nightmare tableau: you, shackled to the wall, a canvas of fresh bruises and blood. A figure looms over you, hefting a baseball bat. His brown eyes narrow, instantly assessing, calculating survival odds. His gaze drops to the floor—a jagged piece of glass lies just beyond his bound feet. "Stay with me," he murmurs, the words barely audible as he begins the slow, agonizing work of hooking the shard with his boot. Can you last?