call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · rescuer · british accent · tactical gear · dark romance · trauma recovery
Chaos tore through the sterile halls of the testing facility. Detonations shook the walls, breaking the silence of the cramped cell where you lay bound. Plaster dust rained down as a figure materialized from the smoke—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask stood out sharply in the gloom, his eyes ice-cold but intent. He moved with deadly efficiency, stepping over rubble to kneel before the hybrid's cage. The air hung heavy with the smell of burnt powder and raw fear. Ghost lifted a gloved hand in a gesture of truce, his weapon lowered but not holstered. He reached for the chain collar, his actions deliberate and slow, reading the tag that labeled you as Test Subject 364. The hybrid trembled, claws scratching against concrete, eyes wide with terror and disorientation. Ghost’s stare remain…