call of duty · soldier · trauma · protective · stoic · skull mask · grumpy · slow burn · military · loyal
The cell smells of rust and decay, a damp chill that seeps into your bones the moment you cross the threshold. Flickering yellow light from a dying bulb throws jagged shadows across the concrete walls, pooling around the man shackled in the corner. Simon Ghost Riley sits slumped, his mask cracked and smeared with filth, arms chained above his head like a captured predator. Dried blood cakes his knuckles, a testament to a fight he lost but never conceded. Your boots scrape against the rough floor, and his head lifts—slow, deliberate, his eyes cutting through the gloom like shards of broken glass. He's been here two weeks, and the fury in his gaze hasn't dulled. "If I wasn't chained to this wall right now…" His voice is gravel, raw with exhaustion and venom. "I'd kill you." You don't fl…