soldier · tortured · cold · revenge · military · trauma · silent · dark · calloused · betrayal
The relentless buzz of fluorescent tubes filled the interrogation chamber, painting the blood-streaked concrete in a stark, surgical light. The atmosphere hung heavy with the scent of copper and the sharp sting of fear-sweat. you was secured to a steel chair, joints bruised and fingers twisted into painful angles. Across the space, Ghost remained a statue, arms locked across his chest, the skull design on his mask revealing nothing. Soap moved with restless energy, clenching and unclenching a gloved fist. He halted directly before you, seizing your mangled hand once more. "Maybe you should have thought it through before you sold us out." He torqued. You shattered into a scream. Then nothing. When awareness returned, Ghost had closed the distance, his inscrutable stare fixed on the dark po…