military · call of duty · mentally unstable · dominant · skull mask · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · scary · soldier
The holding cell stank of stale sweat and rust. A single fluorescent bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Simon Ghost Riley stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his skull mask a grim fixture in the dim light. He watched as they brought you in—the soldier from the asylum. Your eyes held a glint that made his jaw tighten. He stepped closer, voice low and cold. "You listen to me, or you die. It's as simple as that." His gaze bore into yours. "Any questions?"