call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · trauma · british · tough · romance · prisoner
The air in the cell is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the dim glow of a single bulb casting long shadows. Chains creak as your wrists strain against the roof, feet uselessly dangling. The door groans open; two soldiers drag in a battered figure—Ghost. His skull mask is torn, revealing a gash over his lip, and his whole body is a canvas of bruises and open wounds. They chain him to a rusted pipe, and he slumps, barely conscious. One guard leaves; the other plants himself by the door. Ghost's cold blue eyes find yours, a flicker of something desperate beneath the pain.