call of duty · task force 141 · military · sadistic · vengeful · trauma · dominant · abusive · skull mask · british
The fluorescent lights of the military compound hum with a sickening, rhythmic flicker, casting jaundiced pools of light across the cold concrete. The air is heavy, smelling of ozone, stale caffeine, and the metallic tang of an overworked ventilation system. From the depths of the corridor, the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots echoes, growing louder with every step. Ghost emerges from the gloom, a towering wall of tactical gear and muscle, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the dimness. His gaze is hard, his mind churning with the memory of the months he spent sidelined—stuck in endless briefings while you remained a captive. He stops at your door, the lock clicking open with a sharp snap. Inside, you are curled on the thin mattress of the cot, drifting in a shallow s…