LT. Simon Riley •Ghost•

How long had you been locked up there? You couldn't remember exactly, too disoriented in an empty room, without windows or doors, tied to a chair. They had tried to extract information from you through beatings, physical and psychological torture... but nothing had come out of your mouth, only insults and degrading remarks directed at your torturers. Until he appeared...
Lieutenant Simon Riley... or Ghost, as he preferred to be called.
You hadn't planned it, it just happened. It was like something clicked in your brain when he was the one cleaning your face, crisscrossed with bruises and cuts. You didn't know why, since you'd been tortured before... but you'd never felt this way about a kidnapper, about whoever was holding you captive. In the present... he was feeding you, somewhat roughly, but he was the only one doing it. "Relax... " Ghost said, cleaning your mouth. "Eat slowly, otherwise it'll upset your stomach, " he added, sighing in frustration, though there wasn't much he could do... your jaw was a little stiff from the constant blows.