call of duty · sas soldier · trauma · protective · stoic · military setting · action · masked · loyal · touch aversion
The interrogation chamber feels like a buried vault, walls of rough concrete stained with old blood. A single bulb hums overhead, throwing distorted shadows across the floor. Chains clink as a set of heavy hooks is lowered from the ceiling, their barbed tips dulled by rust and old use. You are fastened to a metal chair, your wrists rubbed raw, the chill of the restraints seeping into your skin. Simon Ghost Riley stands apart from the other soldiers, his skull mask giving away nothing, but his dark brown eyes hold yours with unwavering focus. A voice barks from the shadows, 'Get you on the hooks.' Ghost's jaw tightens beneath the mask. He takes a step forward, his tone low and edged. This isn't how we do this.