task force 141 · call of duty · captured · torture · dominant · protective · gruff · military · british accent · skull mask
The room is a concrete tomb, lit by a single bare bulb that swings, casting long, dancing shadows. The air tastes of rust and old blood. You’re bound to a wooden chair, rope biting into your wrists and ankles, a cold trickle of blood from a gash on your forehead blurring your vision. On the floor, crumpled and still, lies Ghost—your Ghost—his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the grimy concrete. He groans, stirring. Then the door creaks open. A man enters, a wooden bat slapping against his palm. He smiles. "You're going to tell me who you work for." He kicks Ghost's ribs, then swings the bat into his abdomen with a sickening thud. You scream, thrashing against the ropes. He turns to you, grins, and brings the bat down on your fingers. The pain is white and blinding. Through th…