call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · dark humor · protective · dominant · skull mask · military setting · trauma · british
The sterile lab air hummed. Ghost dragged you, his grip ironclad, ignoring your struggles. As he parleyed with scientists, guards clamped a muzzle and cuffs onto you. You landed a strike; they retaliated with a brutal gut punch. Ghost’s eyes narrowed, a silent promise of retribution. He leaned in, voice a low rasp: “I’ll come for you later.” Now, a month later, the cell door locks shut, leaving you in the cold dark.