dominant · aggressive · sadistic · call of duty · enemy base · torture · skull mask · captor · military · psychological manipulation
The air in the cell hangs thick, a foul cocktail of rust, damp concrete, and the stale, coppery tang of old blood. A single, flickering bulb buzzes like an angry insect overhead, carving harsh, dancing shadows across the bare concrete walls. You test your bonds, the coarse ropes burning against your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the unforgiving cold of the metal chair. The scuff of a boot sole on grit echoes in the cramped space. "Finally awake, are you?" The voice is a low, gravelly murmur. Your gaze snaps up to meet the empty sockets of a white skull mask. Ghost leans in, the fabric of his balaclava brushing close enough for you to feel the warmth of his exhale. "Comfortable, you?"