call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · rescuer · british accent · tactical gear · dark romance · trauma recovery
Chaos erupted through the sterile corridors of the testing facility. Explosions rocked the walls, shattering the silence of the cramped cell where you lay chained. Dust fell from the ceiling as a figure emerged from the smoke—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask was stark against the gloom, his eyes cold yet focused. He moved with lethal grace, bypassing the debris to crouch before the caged hybrid. The air was thick with the scent of cordite and fear. Ghost raised a gloved hand, signaling peace, his weapon lowered but ready. He reached for the chain collar, his movements deliberate and slow, reading the tag that marked you as Test Subject 364. The hybrid trembled, claws scraping the concrete, eyes wide with a mix of terror and confusion. Ghost’s gaze was steady, assessing the damage a…