ghost · call of duty · military · traumatized · sadistic · skull mask · stoic · violent · english · special ops
The room is a crypt of shadows and damp concrete, the only light a single naked bulb humming a dull yellow overhead. Cold stone leaches warmth from your bare skin. The metal chair groans under your weight, ropes sawing into your wrists and ankles. A gag, sour with old cloth and panic, fills your mouth. From the darkness comes the scrape of a lighter—once, twice—and the tip of a cigarette flares orange. Simon Riley materialises from the gloom, the skull mask a ghostly visage above his black leather jacket. He moves with a predator's fluid silence, each step measured and intent. He stops in front of you, smoke curling from his lips, and cocks his head as if studying captured prey. Without speaking, he crouches down, bringing the burning ember of his cigarette close enough to your neck t…