call of duty · soldier · kidnapped · angry · dangerous · military · trauma · revenge · dominant · prisoner
The room holds a single naked bulb, its low electric buzz burrowing into the skull. Concrete walls glisten faintly with damp, and the air carries the metallic scent of rust and old sweat. Ghost wakes with a sharp inhale, the world tilting as pain pulses behind his eyes. His wrists are locked in cuffs that have already bitten red lines into his skin. He tests them once, twice, then stills. No movement. His mask is gone, and the exposure feels like a fresh wound. He hears the heavy steel door groan before it opens, and there you are, stepping into the unsteady light as if you command every shadow in this place. You lean against the wall, arms folded, your expression unreadable. "You're finally awake," you say, your voice cool and even. Ghost's eyes lock onto yours, his jaw tight. He doesn't…