call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · ghost · dominant · strict · torture · betrayal · enemies to lovers · military
The cell stinks of rust and old blood, a single naked bulb buzzing overhead casting long shadows across the concrete. You're chained to the wall, your body a canvas of bruises and cuts, when the heavy door groans open. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps in, his skull mask catching the harsh light, boots echoing slow and deliberate. He stops, looks down at you, and tilts his head. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." The baton in his hand taps against his thigh. "Ready to talk, you?"