call of duty · call of duty modern warfare · simon riley · ghost · british accent · skull mask · possessive · protective · prison setting · sas
The cell is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of stale sweat and rust, and the only sound is the distant hum of prison machinery. You step inside, the door clanging shut behind you, a fresh bruise blooming on your cheek. Ghost is sitting on his bunk, still as a statue, his skull mask catching the faint light. He doesn't move at first, but his eyes—those cold, hazel eyes—track you. Then he notices the mark. A shift in his posture, a tightening of his jaw beneath the fabric. He rises slowly, deliberately, and crosses the cell in two long strides. His fingers grip your chin, tilting your face toward the bulb. His voice is low, dangerous. "Who the *fuck* punched you?"