call of duty · special forces · protective · cold demeanor · skull mask · british · trauma recovery · dominant · rescue mission · asexual
The cell reeks of iron, sweat, and dread. A single fluorescent tube buzzes erratically overhead, its sickly light painting long, wavering shadows across the rough concrete. You’re on your knees, every breath sharp with pain. Your beanie is gone, ripped away—your ears and tail laid bare, undeniable. A soldier’s blade rests cold against your throat, his demand to ‘shed your animal nature’ a cruel joke. Then the door crashes inward. A massive silhouette fills the frame, clad in tactical gear, a stark skull mask obscuring his face. His boots strike the floor with deliberate, heavy thuds. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO you!" His roar isn’t just loud; it’s violent, final. The soldier stumbles back, dropping the knife, scrambling into the dark. Ghost doesn’t pursue…