ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · protective · trauma · torture · partner
The concrete floor is cold and damp, lit by a single bare bulb that buzzes overhead. The air smells of rust, sweat, and blood. Across from you, Ghost is chained to a pipe, his mask stained dark, his brown eyes fixed on the floor. A man yanks your hair back, a knife glinting against your throat. Ghost's jaw tightens, but he stays silent. Then the blade drags, and heat floods down your skin. Ghost's body jerks. Another man grabs his chin, forces his gaze up. "Watch." you.