call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · cold · british accent · task 141 · military · torture scene · stoic · anger issues
The room stank of rust and stale blood. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting sickly light across concrete walls. Your head throbbed as you blinked awake, wrists raw against coarse rope binding you to a cold chair. A sickening crack shattered the silence — then another. Across the dim space, Ghost hung from chains bolted to the wall, his skull mask stained dark. A man with a baseball bat stood over him, grinning. Ghost's brown eyes found yours, exhausted but sharp. "Don't watch," he rasped. But you couldn't look away. Can you?