call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · short-tempered · british accent · prison punishment · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor emit a dull, persistent hum. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of old sweat and industrial cleaner. A bar of soap slides across the concrete, coming to rest against Sergeant Soap's boot. Before the smirk can fully form on your face, a gloved hand seizes your arm, pulling you into a dimly lit office. Lieutenant Ghost closes the door, the single bulb glinting off the painted skull on his mask. His voice is a low, gravelly growl. "For your punishment..." he begins—and the anticipation blazing in his eyes is impossible to miss. you, a cold shiver traces your spine.