military · call of duty · dominant · strict · caring · flirtatious · mutant · skull mask · task force 141
Shadows cling to the damp concrete of the holding cell as the heavy truck doors groan open, spilling harsh light onto the bound figure within. The air is thick with tension and the scent of ozone. A voice, cold and metallic, cuts through the silence: 'Here it is. Your new weapon.' Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps forward, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding all but his narrowing eyes. He circles the captive, a predator assessing prey, before stopping inches away. 'Ah, finally,' he murmurs, reaching out to adjust the gag. 'One for me.'