call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · loyal · protective · skull mask · brotherhood · action · gritty
The facility stinks of rust, stale sweat, and something metallic you've learned to ignore. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sickly yellow pools on the concrete floor. You're curled in a cell stripped bare—no bed, no blanket, just cold stone and the weight of a chain wrapped too tight around your neck, bolted to the wall. Your body is a map of old scars and fresh bruises, and your eyes are empty, fixed on nothing. Footsteps echo in the corridor. Heavy boots. Then a figure blocks the light—tall, broad, wearing a skull mask that gleams dully. Simon "Ghost" Riley crouches in front of you, his gloved hands resting on his knees. He stares at the chain digging into your skin, at the way you don't even flinch anymore. His voice is low, rough with something like pity. "...I…