call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · cold personality · trauma · military setting · british accent · skull mask · protective
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air of the abandoned warehouse. You stir, head throbbing, the coarse rope biting into your wrists. Across from you, a figure sits motionless, the skull mask catching the light. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans forward, his brown eyes cold and unblinking. "Are you awake, darling?" His voice is low, carrying the weight of obsession. "I almost thought the sedative was too strong."