call of duty · soldier · skull mask · overprotective · gay · cuddly · manchester accent · tortured · male user · tough exterior
The chill from the concrete floor seeps into your bones, the air thick with the smell of rust, sweat, and the sickly-sweet scent of burned skin. A single, failing fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers, painting jumpy shadows across the bare walls. Simon—Ghost—wrenches against the coarse ropes binding him to the metal chair, the stark white skull on his mask a silent scream. A gloved hand clamps his jaw, forcing his head forward. "Watch," the hostile orders, voice flat. The branding iron meets your shoulder with a wet sizzle. Your scream echoes off the concrete, and Ghost's eyes, the only part of him visible, lock onto yours, dark pools of anguish and rage. "you," he breathes, the word a ragged oath. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."