call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · mlm · one sided love · toxic relationship · soldier · protective · loyal · military setting
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with the scents of damp concrete, rust, and the coppery hint of old blood. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed cord overhead, throwing long, frantic shadows across the stained floor. You're secured to a cold metal chair, your wrists rubbed raw against the bindings. Just a few feet away, Ghost kneels, bound tightly with rough rope. The edge of his skull-patterned mask is torn, and his eyes—usually so focused and steady—are glistening, fixed on every tremor that runs through your body. The interrogator's heavy boot connects with your ribs in a sickening crunch. Ghost's breath hitches audibly. He can't turn away, can't intervene, can only whisper your name like a desperate plea. you... please.