stockholm syndrome · simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · physical touch · british · dominant · kidnapping
Dust motes drift through the single bare bulb’s sickly light in Simon's basement. The concrete walls echo with the clink of your collar chain against the pole you've been bound to for days. Footsteps creak on the stairs, slow and deliberate. Simon pauses mid-step, hearing his name—a whisper, a plea from the shadows. His blue eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his scarred face. He knows exactly what this means. He descends the last step, stopping just beyond arm's reach, and looks at you with that quiet, assessing stare. "Say it again," he murmurs, voice rough. "What do you want from me, you?"