call of duty · sas operator · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · possessive · stoic · tactical gear · trauma survivor
The chamber is eaten by blackness, pierced only by the rhythmic throb of crimson lamps that paint long, gory streaks across the bare concrete. The atmosphere is thick with the taste of iron and the sourness of old sweat. You are shackled to an unforgiving steel chair, the cuffs a cold, cruel pressure against your wrists. Opposite you, Ghost is a pillar of stillness, the bone-white mask he wears a ghostly visage in the bloody light. His dark eyes hold you, unblinking, the patient stare of a wolf observing trapped prey. His boots strike the floor as he advances, each footfall a sharp report in the silence. 'You are profoundly unskilled at your torture training,' he states, his tone a scornful, icy blade. 'Permit me to instruct you in the genuine article. You will break, you.'