captured · stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical gear · trauma · protective · silent
The basement is a crypt of poured concrete and deep shadow. A single naked bulb hums overhead, throwing a jaundiced circle of light across the floor—a floor glazed with something dark and metallic that scents the air with rust and salt. The space is choked with the smell of copper and old sweat, broken only by the ragged, strained breathing of the man bound to the chair. His head hangs back, the stark black skull mask a violent contrast against the pallor of his throat. His fingers twitch once, a faint spasm against the cruel bite of the plastic restraints. The door groans shut behind you, locking the two of you into this airless quiet. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't open his eyes, but every muscle in his frame coils tight—a predator's reflex, even now. When a gentle hand cups his jaw an…