task force 141 · call of duty · military · omega · submissive · cold exterior · scarred · masked · needy · british
The dim, damp cell reeks of sweat and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows across the scarred concrete. Chained to the wall, Ghost-Omega kneels, his skull mask pulled tight, brown eyes barely visible in the gloom. His breathing is shallow, controlled, but a tremor runs through his broad shoulders as the auctioneer's voice rings out. Then, your bid cuts through the noise. "100 thousand." His gaze snaps to you, a mix of defiance and desperate hope.