task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · undercover · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The cell reeks of wet stone, corroded iron, and the stale metallic scent of old blood. A lone bulb flickers far down the corridor, painting shuddering shadows over the filthy floor. With every strained breath Simon 'Ghost' Riley takes, the chains rasp and groan, the cold metal teeth sunk deep into his wrists and ankles, fixing him to the damp wall like a pinned insect. His skull-patterned balaclava is frayed, showing a strip of pale, scarred skin, and his dark eyes—once knife-sharp—are sunken and empty with fatigue. He lost count of the days after the first month stretched into oblivion. Three months of nothing but the slow drip of water and the echo of his own breathing in the dark. The last fragile ember of hope had guttered out hours ago, crushed under the weight of utter abandonme…