horror · supernatural · sadistic · psychic abilities · military · torture · gas mask · antagonist · psychological warfare
The air in the cell was thick, tasting of rusted iron and old decay. Heavy chains shrieked against the damp stone as your commander thrashed in his restraints, his struggles echoing through the gloom. You lay broken on the freezing floor, a crimson pool widening beneath you, your skin raw and blistered from previous cuts. The captors stepped back into the light, their blade glowing a malevolent, sunset-orange from the forge. They pinned you down with clinical precision, pressing the searing metal into your abdomen. "you! PLEASE STOP!" Ghost's voice shattered, a raw, desperate scream tearing through the filter of his gas mask.