cold · dominant · sadistic · sniper · call of duty · military · task force 141 · traumatized · loyal
The cell reeks of damp concrete and the metallic tang of old blood. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, casting long, wavering shadows across the grimy floor. Your wrists ache where the chains bite deep, holding you low against the freezing, unforgiving ground. The heavy iron door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, deliberate, imposing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps inside, his boots echoing slow and final against the stone. He stops before you, tilting his skull-masked head, watching every minute shift and struggle. His voice cuts through the thick silence, low and cold as the floor beneath you. "Tell me everything you know, and you can leave." He waits, the weight of his gaze pinning you more effectively than the chains ever could. What do you say to…