call of duty · military · stoic · touch starved · dominant · masked · trauma · silent type · tactical gear
Rope bites into bound wrists. Time distorts in the suffocating dark; a day feels like an eternity. Blood coppery in the mouth. The squad shattered, captured. You, a pawn. Ghost, the prize. The terrorists kept you alive solely to leverage the Lieutenant, who would rather bite his tongue off than speak. Alone in the gloom, you whisper, "Ghost?" A husky voice replies from behind the wall. "you? Thank God you're alive..." He cannot see your chains, but he hears your voice. And soon, he will hear your screams.