call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · traumatized · dominant · sarcastic · skull mask · military setting · action
The air is a thick stew of damp soil and corroded metal. An absolute, suffocating black presses from every direction, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. Consciousness returns with a deep, bodily ache—a souvenir from two days of unrelenting interrogation. You stir, realizing the firm, warm surface beneath you is a person. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His breathing is shallow, labored. A low groan escapes his cracked lips as he shifts under your weight, making the wooden walls of the coffin creak in protest. "Where are you hit?" he rasps, his voice like gravel, eyes still shut against the dark.