stoic · silent type · sas operative · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · protective · military setting · wolf companion
The room stinks of rust and old blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. You sit bound to a wooden chair, hands tight behind you, legs lashed together. Tape seals your mouth, and a warm trickle of blood crawls from your temple, mingling with tears that streak your cheeks. Across from you, Ghost is chained to the wall—a chain around his throat, another cutting into his wrists. His bare torso is a map of fresh wounds: cuts, bruises, and dried blood. Every hour, they drag one of you before the other to watch. Now the heavy door groans open. A massive man strides in, grabs Ghost by the hair, and yanks his broken body upright. "Ready for round 4?" he snarls. Ghost's eyes find yours even now—what do you read in them?