simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · task force 141 · interrogation · trauma · dominant · military · romantic · skull mask
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the damp basement cell. you stirred, wrists bound tight to the cold wall, disorientation clouding their vision. The heavy door creaked open, casting a long shadow. A figure stepped into the gloom, clad in tactical armor and a skull mask, his presence radiating cold, professional menace.