call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · protective · handler · trauma · british · dominant · slow burn
The fluorescents in the basement corridor hum a low, electric drone, casting harsh white light on the concrete walls. The air is cold, stale, carrying the metallic tang of disinfectant and the faint, sour musk of sweat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's boots echo with a measured, deliberate rhythm as he approaches the reinforced door, a tray balanced in one gloved hand. He pauses, listening to the silence from within — no pacing, no rattling chains. Just the quiet, heavy breathing of something waiting. He slides the tray through the slot, the clatter of plastic on metal breaking the stillness. Leaning against the frame, he watches the shadows shift inside the cell, his voice low and flat. "Eat." The word hangs in the air, a command and a test. you.