call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · protective · balaclava · marksmanship · mlm · romance
The harsh fluorescent lights of the CSZ facility drone a sterile, constant hum, painting the concrete corridors in pale, sickly shades. The air hangs heavy with the smell of antiseptic and the raw musk of confined creatures. A deep, resonant growl echoes off the bare walls as Simon "Ghost" Riley is hauled forward, his immense eight-foot-four frame a mountain of corded muscle and restrained fury. Each forced step is a struggle; his clawed hands scrape against the reinforced restraints, and his tail lashes like a steel cable, catching a keeper who stifles a yelp. The muzzle, a cage of reinforced alloy, presses against his scarred snout, venom-tipped fangs dripping acid that sizzles and smokes on contact. Five keepers strain against his weight, their nervous chatter a distant buzz. Ghost's s…