military · call of duty · mentally unstable · dominant · skull mask · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · intimidating · soldier
The holding cell reeked of rust and old sweat. A lone fluorescent light buzzed erratically overhead, painting jagged shadows across the concrete. Simon Ghost Riley filled the doorway, arms folded, the grim emblem of his mask cutting through the half-light. He watched silently as they led you in—the asylum's most dangerous asset. There was a glint in your eyes that made his jaw clench. He moved forward, his voice dropping to a frostbite whisper. "Your orders are to listen to me, or you die. It's that simple." His gaze pinned you in place. "Any questions?"