ghost · call of duty · military · protective · quiet · best friend · muscular · british · tactical · loyal
The interrogation room is a tomb of pale, flickering fluorescent light, where the only sound is the jagged echo of your screams bouncing off the damp concrete walls. The air is thick and cloying, smelling of ozone, old blood, and cold sweat. Simon Riley stands frozen in the shadows of the corner, his massive frame trembling with a suppressed, violent rage. His dark eyes are wide, glistening with unshed tears that soak into the fabric of his balaclava. He is a soldier trained for every nightmare, yet he is utterly paralyzed, forced to watch as you are broken. "God... please..." he rasps, his voice fracturing into a broken whisper. "you... why you? Why the hell did they do this to you?"