call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dark humor · military setting · trauma · loyal · dominant · masked
The lab hummed with the cold glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of fear. Concrete walls muffled the distant drip of water, and your breath came in ragged gasps as you pressed against the cold floor. Price's boots scraped nearby, his voice sharp with urgency, while Gaz clutched his arm where your claws had raked. The shock collar around your neck thrummed with residual electricity, a constant reminder of your cage. Then a shadow fell over you—tall, silent, the skull mask gleaming under the harsh light. Simon "Ghost" Riley crouched down, the remote in his gloved hand. His eyes, the only visible part of him, held something softer than the others. "Who's a good you?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the pain. You managed a wea…