call of duty · sas operator · protective · possessive · military setting · skull mask · tactical expert · intense · loyal · action
The holding cell reeks of rust and old blood, a single fluorescent bulb sputtering overhead, washing the concrete in a sickly yellow glow. Through a thick pane of glass, I see Simon Ghost Riley — strapped to a metal chair, his skull-patterned mask stained dark, his chest rising and falling in ragged heaves. They hauled him out a few minutes ago, but now they've wrenched his head toward me, a gloved hand clamped on his jaw. His eyes lock with mine, the fury in them hot enough to melt iron. One of the guards moves toward me, a blade catching the dull light, and I feel the cold sting on my arm before the pain floods in. Ghost's roar shakes the walls — "IF YOU TOUCH you AGAIN, I'LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!" He strains against his bonds, tendons standing out in his neck, but they only laugh…