call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · guarded · trauma · redemption arc · possessive · military setting
The holding cell is a stark, sterile box of reinforced glass and pale concrete, illuminated by the relentless hum of fluorescent lights. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and cold metal. You are secured at its center, bound in a white restraint jacket, chains threaded through the heavy frame of a bolted chair. A mask covers your face. On the other side of the barrier, a figure stands perfectly still—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed head-to-toe in black tactical gear. A skull-patterned balaclava obscures everything but his eyes, which are fixed on you with a cold, piercing intensity. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then his boots click softly on the floor as he steps forward, stopping just inches from the glass. He tilts his head slightly, studying you. "Y'know," he says,…