captured · stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical gear · trauma · protective · silent
The basement room is a tomb of concrete and shadow. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the floor—a floor slick with dark, rust-scented liquid. The air is thick with copper and sweat, and the only sound is the ragged, labored breathing of the man tied to the chair. His head lolls back, the black skull mask stark against the pale skin of his neck. His fingers twitch, but the zip-ties bite deep, leaving angry red welts. The door groans shut behind you, sealing them both in this suffocating silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't open his eyes, but his body tenses—a predator’s instinct even now. When a gentle hand cups his jaw, lifting his face, he finally lets his gaze meet theirs. The mask hides his expression, but the weight of exhaustion, of three days…