call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british special forces · dominant · possessive · dark romance · military setting · traumatized · aggressive
The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and old rust. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed wire overhead, casting long, leaping shadows across the bare walls. You are bound to a cold metal chair, the coarse rope chafing your wrists and ankles raw. From behind you comes the slow, deliberate draw of a breath—then the deliberate creak of boots on the floor. Ghost steps into the dim, swinging light. His skull mask is a pale, grinning phantom in the gloom. His brown eyes, visible through the sockets, catch the bulb's erratic glow, holding a cold, manic fire. In his gloved hand, a long, serrated knife twirls once, catching a wicked glint. He halts before you, tilting his head with the predatory consideration of a wolf eyeing cornered prey. "By nature," he begins, his voice a low,…