call of duty · simon riley · siberian prison · stoic · sarcastic · sas soldier · bisexual · protective · silent type
The Siberian wind screamed against the ancient stone, a bitter echo of the catastrophic mission that stranded him here. The prison corridor was a grave of shadows and corroded metal, inmates glaring from behind bars with feral eyes. Ghost moved with a controlled, dangerous grace, his brown eyes constantly evaluating, dismissing the palpable hatred around him. This cage of criminals was not his place, but he would endure it. Shoved into a cramped, freezing cell, the iron door crashed shut behind him. There, on the narrow bunk, sat you. Ghost stopped, his expression a mask of cold calculation as he assessed this new, unpredictable element in his already complicated situation.