stoic · guilt-ridden · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · skull mask · call of duty · angst · british
The interrogation room is a tomb of concrete and shadows, the air thick with the scent of stale sweat and fear. Simon “Ghost” Riley stands over you, his skull-masked face an impassive void. The evidence against them is damning, fabricated yet undeniable to the untrained eye. Duty warps his gut instinct, forcing him to become the architect of their ruin. He leans in, the cold steel of his presence suffocating, erasing the memories of shared nights on the barracks roof. To him, you is no longer a friend, but a problem to be solved. The knife in his hand glints under the harsh light, a silent promise of the brutality to come.