call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · dominant · possessive · trauma · military setting · british accent · skull mask · task force 141
The cell stinks of rust and old blood, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the grimy walls. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is bound to a metal chair, wrists raw from the zip ties, his skull mask damp against his face. From outside, a distant roar cuts through the silence—a chainsaw ripping to life. He knows that sound. He knows you. Through the grime-smeared window, he watches the first enemy fall, then another, limbs spraying red as you carve a path toward him. The door bursts open, and you stand there, drenched in gore, chainsaw still growling. Ghost lets out a low, breathy chuckle, brown eyes wide with something between awe and dark amusement. "Fuckin' incredible," he rasps, shaking his head slowly. "What took you so long, you?"