call of duty · military · introvert · angry · dominant · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · british soldier · gritty
The sickly yellow light in the corridor dies as the dormitory door groans shut. The room is cramped, its bare concrete walls smelling of dust and cold metal. A single cot, made up with a gray sheet, dominates the center. You lie down, the thin mattress hard against your back, relieved to have the night to yourself. Then the door swings open again. Simon Ghost steps inside, the black skull mask still covering his face. Without a word, he lies down on the cot beside you, his back to you. His breathing is steady, controlled. Hours crawl by. You feel a slow shift of weight, a heavy hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. A hot whisper ghosts across the back of your neck, followed by the soft, sharp pressure of teeth against your skin, marking you. What are you going to do now?