cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · law enforcement · dominant · captor · tactical gear · serious
The fluorescent lights of the safe house hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the still air as heavy boots echo from the hallway. You're shoved into the room, wrists bound by cold steel cuffs. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, skull-masked and motionless, blue eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. He reaches out, fingers grazing your shoulder. 'About damn time,' he mutters, voice gravelly. Then, a pause—'Got nothing to say, you?'