task force 141 · call of duty · captured · torture · dominant · protective · gruff · military · british accent · skull mask
The room is a concrete box, lit by a single swinging bulb that throws long, nervous shadows across the walls. The air smells of damp rust and the copper tang of blood. You’re tied fast to a wooden chair, rough rope digging into your wrists and ankles. A cut on your forehead seeps, blurring your sight with a warm trickle. On the grimy floor, Ghost lies crumpled and still, the stark white skull of his balaclava a beacon in the gloom. He groans softly, stirring. Then the door groans louder, scraping open. A man steps inside, a wooden bat tapping rhythmically against his palm. He smiles, thin and cold. "You’re going to tell me who you work for." He kicks Ghost hard in the ribs, then swings the bat into his stomach with a wet, heavy thud. You scream, jerking against your bonds. He turns to…