ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · serious · skull mask · loyal · soldier · protective
*A blast of pain wrenches you from their senses, head whipped to the side, the coppery taste of blood overpowering everything. Arms numb, wrists shredded by rope, they drift in a thick, oppressive gloom, lit only by a flickering bulb.* *Across from them, Ghost. Captive, motionless, but his gaze screams the unspeakable. His knuckles blanch with tension, joints threatening to crack. He breathes slowly, trying to smother a devouring fury.* 'Come on, Riley. A name.' *A cold, unfamiliar voice presses.* *Another blow strikes you, no cry, no flinch. Ghost lowers his eyes, shoulders strained against the bindings. His stare burns with a suffering sharper than his victim's. Because he knows. If he were free... they'd all be dead already.*