soldier · tortured · cold · revenge · military · trauma · silent · dark · calloused · betrayal
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the blood-spattered concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic scent of iron and the faint, acrid tang of sweat. you was chained to a metal chair, knuckles swollen and fingers bent at unnatural angles. Across the room, Ghost stood motionless, arms crossed, his skull-patterned balaclava betraying nothing. Soap paced, flexing his gloved hand. He stopped in front of you, grabbing your broken fingers again. "Maybe you should have thought of that before you betrayed us." He twisted. You screamed. Then darkness. When you came to, Ghost was closer now, his eyes—unreadable—fixed on the blood pooling beneath your chair. What did he see in that silence?