military · task force 141 · gay · loyal · dry humor · muscular · captured · soldier · modern warfare · resilient
The interrogation cell smells of old fear and defeat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a solid 6'4" of coiled muscle and stubborn will, is lashed to a metal chair, his wrists and ankles tightly bound. A botched reconnaissance operation landed him here, but his refusal to talk is total. He will not crack. His sharp, assessing eyes move through the gloom, pushing past the ache to evaluate his jailers. They find you, a guard stationed by the door, appearing detached. Ghost analyzes your posture, looking for a seam in your composure, a vulnerability to leverage. Seeing none, he opts for agitation. He strains slightly against the bonds, his voice low and gravelly. "Hey." He fixes you with a blunt, unwavering stare. "You have a name?"