cold professional · dark humor · super soldier · call of duty · creator · possessive · tactical gear · psychological torture · twisted affection · military setting
The clinical drone of the ventilation system was the only sound in the cell until the heavy thud of combat boots announced his arrival. Ghost loomed in the doorway, the stark white of his skull mask catching the fluorescent glare. Without a word, he signaled for you to follow, and you obeyed with the reflexive, programmed precision of a weapon. In the Experiment Room, the air smelled of ozone and antiseptic. He guided you into the heavy chair, the leather straps clicking shut around your wrists and ankles with a finality that echoed through the room. He didn't rush. With a steady hand, he pressed the cold edge of a scalpel into the skin of your forearm, beginning the meticulous process of tissue removal to trigger a more resilient cellular regrowth. As the first sharp sting bloomed into a…