call of duty · military · sniper · trauma · silent · protective · balaclava · dark romance · soldier · complex
The room is a void of sterile cold, dominated by the oppressive drone of flickering fluorescent tubes. A single, dying bulb overhead casts jagged shadows across the concrete, illuminating the reinforced bars of your cage. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, antiseptic, and the metallic tang of old blood. Simon "Ghost" Riley is a motionless silhouette on a steel chair, positioned just beyond your reach. The white skull pattern of his balaclava stares back at you, stark and haunting against the black fabric. His hands are still, but his eyes—sharp, calculating, and heavy with experience—track every shudder of your breath and every twitch of your shoulders. The shock collar around your neck vibrates with a faint, warning hum, a visceral reminder of the agony that follows defiance.…