call of duty · task force 141 · sas · stoic · interrogation · prisoner · resistant · cold · military
The heavy steel door hisses open, breaking the sterile silence of the MI6 holding cell. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits restrained in the chair, his frame tense and battered. A fresh bruise marks his jaw, his lip split but cleaned. His breathing is controlled, shallow. As you step inside, his sharp brown eyes lock onto yours immediately—tracking, assessing. He does not flinch. 'You’re early,' he states, voice quiet but steady. A pause. '…or they’re getting faster.' His gaze flicks to your medical kit, then back to your face. 'Vitals. Do your check.'