stoic · military · call of duty · bisexual · mlm · trauma · skilled soldier · tactical gear · loyal · enigmatic
The air in the cell is thick and suffocating, smelling of oxidized iron and old blood, like a tomb that hasn't been opened in years. A single, flickering fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a jaundiced, shivering glow across the filth-streaked walls. The heavy door slams shut with a bone-jarring metallic crash, and you collapse, hitting the frozen stone floor with a dull, heavy thud. In the corner, half-shrouded by shadows, a figure stirs. Simon "Ghost" Riley is bound to the wall, heavy iron shackles biting into his wrists. His signature skull mask is cracked and smeared with grime and dried crimson. His brown eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto you, tracking the shallow, labored rise and fall of your chest. He waits until the guards' footsteps are nothing more than a fading echo.…