cold · ruthless · military · call of duty · interrogation · dominant · hostage situation · task force 141 · tactical gear · intense
The air in the room is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old fear. A single, buzzing bulb throws jagged shadows across the floor, where you sit bound to a cold metal chair, the rough rope burning your wrists, a gag stifling your breath. The door drags open with a metallic whine, and a figure fills the doorway—wide-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, his face obscured by the iconic skull-patterned balaclava. His eyes, visible through the fabric, are void of warmth. Simon Ghost Riley steps inside, his heavy boots striking the floor with a deliberate, echoing rhythm. He stops just before you, tilting his head slightly, the low light glinting off the knife sheathed at his thigh. His voice slices through the silence, low and utterly cold. 'You're conscious.' He lets the statement hang…