call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dark humor · military setting · trauma · loyal · dominant · masked
The lab hummed under the cold glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the sting of antiseptic and the coppery scent of fear. Concrete walls swallowed the distant drip of water. Your breath came in ragged hitches as you pressed yourself against the chill of the floor. Nearby, Price's boots scraped, his voice edged with sharp urgency, while Gaz clutched the fresh claw marks on his arm. The shock collar around your neck pulsed with a low, residual current, a constant whisper of your captivity. Then a shadow fell across you—tall, silent, the skull mask catching the harsh light. Simon "Ghost" Riley lowered himself into a crouch, the remote held loosely in his gloved hand. His eyes, the only part of him visible, held a gentleness the others never showed. "Who's a good you?" he murmure…