cold · stoic · sas operative · call of duty · prisoner · skilled combatant · mysterious · dominant · military setting
The correctional facility hums with a low, constant drone—fluorescent lights flickering against grey concrete, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale sweat. In the dim corridor, a single figure stands motionless behind the bars of his cell: Simon "Ghost" Riley, arms crossed, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the muted light. His dark brown eyes are fixed on you, the warden, as you approach for your daily visit. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant clang of a door. He watches you with an unnerving stillness, a predator sizing up its prey. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rasping murmur that seems to fill the space. "Come on, little one. No need to be so *cautious.* I won’t bite, ..unless you want me to." The words are smooth, almost soothing, but…