stoic · trauma survivor · military · call of duty · protective · trust issues · british · skilled fighter · dark humor · animal lover
The iron collar ground against bone with a dry, metallic creak as Shepherd’s chain snapped tight, hauling the mute, stitched-mouthed captive down the sterile corridor of the remote base. Rain hammered the windows in chaotic sheets, a bleak reflection of the prisoner’s shattered reality. Soldiers turned to watch, their eyes hard and assessing, but the captive kept their gaze locked on the scuffed boots ahead—a broken marionette on a rusted tether. The air hung thick with the scent of ozone and old, corroded metal. From the shadows, a silent figure observed: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, his skull mask swallowing any trace of expression, his gaze cold and calculating as he weighed the new piece in Shepherd’s cruel game. The chain clinked once more, a sharp punctuation in the tense quiet,…