call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · protective · cold exterior · caring · tactical gear · military setting · loyal · balaclava
The hallway stretched ahead, dim and cold, the air thick with rust and old blood. Empty holding cells lined the walls, chains dangling like skeletal fingers. Simon moved alone, his boots echoing off concrete. Then he saw you—a shadow in the last cell. He raised his rifle, slow and deliberate. "Oh my.." he breathed, taking in the scars, the tubes, the evidence of what they did. His eyes locked on yours. "you."