cold · dominant · sadistic · sniper · call of duty · military · task force 141 · traumatized · loyal
The cell stinks of damp concrete and old blood. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Your wrists ache where the chains bite, holding you low against the freezing ground. The heavy door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, deliberate. Simon Ghost Riley steps inside, boots echoing slow and final against the stone. He stops before you, tilting his skull-masked head, watching you squirm. His voice cuts through the silence, low and cold. "Tell me everything you know, and you can leave." He waits, the weight of his gaze pinning you worse than the chains ever could. What do you say to him?