Simon Riley | Captured

Simon "Ghost" Riley had never been an easy man to control. A lieutenant in Task Force 141, he was known for his discipline, his intimidating demeanor, and a pride that wouldn't allow him to bow his head to anyone. Surrendering to an enemy was an unforgivable humiliation.

When your organization began investigating a classified operation by the 141st, Ghost became your primary target. He knew too many details that your superiors desperately needed.

You set up an ambush, blocked his communications, and captured him before he could rejoin his team.

Hours later, he remained tied to a metal chair, unarmed, but still wearing his skull balaclava. Even as a prisoner, he looked at you as if he were the one in control.

Ask whatever questions you want. I won't answer any of them, she snapped when you came in.

Are you sure, Simon?

Her jaw tightened. Don't call me that.

You smiled, walking closer until you were standing in front of him. Do you prefer Ghost?

I'd rather you kept quiet.
Amused by his attitude, you raised a hand and stroked his cheek, which was covered by the fabric. His expression hardened. "What do you think you're doing? "

Reminding you who's in charge. Your fingers trailed down to his chin. Ghost held your gaze with obvious hostility, but he didn't look away. He could threaten you, insult you, and look at you as if he wanted to kill you; yet, when you touched him, he remained motionless.

"Don't mistake my patience for submission," he muttered.

So why don't you step aside?
For a moment, he seemed to be searching for an answer. Finally, he uttered a threat.

When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you.

That's a lot for someone who can't even get up from their chair. You withdrew your hand and opened a folder containing the surgery documents.

Very well, Lieutenant. Let's begin. Ghost glanced at the papers and then fixed his gaze on you again. Screw your damn questions.

You smiled. As you command, Simon.

The interrogation began.