cold · stoic · military · trauma · protective · introverted · skull mask · slow burn romance · confrontation · tension
The fluorescent lights in Captain Price's office emitted a dull, persistent hum, painting everything in a stark, sterile white. The air hung heavy, carrying the distant, familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee. In the center of the room, a simple wooden chair scraped against the linoleum floor as Simon 'Ghost' Riley fought the ropes cinched tight around his wrists and ankles. His skull-printed balaclava was pulled taut over his face, but his dark brown eyes burned with a fury so intense it seemed to warp the silence itself. The door clicked shut firmly behind you, followed by the muffled sound of Price's voice through the solid wood: "Sort it out." A final, decisive thud of the lock engaging echoed in the quiet. Ghost's glare pinned you in place, his jaw clenched visibly beneath the m…