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spades-dragon · 1 year

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Captured - SoapGhost

Ghost PoV

TW: violence, mentions of blood

Short summary:

Ghost got captured during Shepard's betrayal and is being interrogated.

All he could make out was a ringing sound. It was all around him in the darkness. The only thing that existed. It penetrated his ears so deeply. The space, no, more like the sound around him was spinning. He felt so sick.

A touch like thunder interrupted the spinning for a brief moment. It hit his head with an ungodly force, making his whole body tremble. His eyelids fluttered for a second and revealed a blinding light. Too bright, he thought. Only then he realized, his eyes had been closed this entire time. He attempted to open them again, but the light burned in his eyes. The ringing became even louder at his second attempt. All of his senses seemed to be in overdrive. Something wasn't right. What was happening?

"Good morning, Skullface! Or should I say Ghost?"

He was barely able to make out the words. There was too much noise. He was still trying to figure out what was going on.Then it hit him.

He had been captured. He had been separated from Soap. But how? It just didn't make any sense.

Suddenly, another strike went through his body. His eyes shot open and his hands clenched to fists. He was ready for another one. Although, it did take a while for him to finally get used to the brightness surrounding him. The light felt almost sterile. Slowly gaining his eyesight back, Ghost noticed something else. He couldn't move. He. Could. Not. Move. Quickly, he scanned his surroundings. He was strapped to a wooden chair in the middle of a nearly empty room. A guy stood above him. Soap? No.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, fucker!"

He lifted his head slightly, just enough to glare at the man who towered over him. But his vision was just too blurry to make out, who it was. The spinning intensified and it just made him feel even more sick. Ghost was sure he would have to throw up if it didn't stop.

"It's so much more fun to be doing this while you're awake, you know?" - "Shut up!"

Ghost growled while struggling against his restraints. The ties were cutting into the skin around his wrists. The guy raised his hand. Another hit to his face followed, he felt it in his whole body. Ghost hissed in pain. "Haven't had enough yet?" Ghost stayed silent in reply. He simply didn't have the strength to say anything. What the hell happened?

"Listen, all we want to know is where the sergeant is hiding. So you tell us and we might make all of this a little easier on you."

The sergeant? Soap.

Memories flashed in his mind. Graves. The betrayal of Shepherd. Alejandro. Soap being shot at. His eyes widened. He himself had been captured. Him and Alejandro. Soap had been shot. He remembered seeing the blood. Where was he? Was he okay?

If they were questioning Ghost about his location, at least that meant they hadn't found him yet. Ghost sighed a sigh of relief.

"You want to tell me where he is? Shepherd and I, both, would love to find him."

Ghost looked up again, right into his capturer's eyes - Phillip Graves as he now came to realize. Having gained back some of his strength, he shook his head without breaking eye contact. Even if he wanted to, he had no idea where Soap could have gone to. He just prayed for his safety.

"It's not like I did expect you to tell me. However, you are still opposing a direct order from Shepherd himself. And while we're at it..." Ghost felt a hand slip under his balaclava. "Aside from disobeying orders, it is also quite disrespectful to not at LEAST show your face." And with those words, the cloth was ripped away from his face.

"Hello there, Simon."

Ghost shuddered. He hated this feeling. He felt so exposed. It was like his only safety blanket had been taken away from him. The only protection he had. More protection from himself than anybody else at this point. Of course, concealing his identity was part of it, but he grew into the role of 'Ghost' through this simple piece of fabric. The only person he could stand to be. Someone fearless, someone strong, someone who wasn't being held back by his past. Without it, he was just Simon and this realisation hit harder than any of the hits he had received.

"You know, you don't have to tell me anything. We can just have a little fun together. Like the good old days." Graves reached for something outside of Ghost's view. "Then again, I don't think we ever really did have those. And I also think it's going to be a bit more fun to me than it will be to you."

Ghost felt something cold run across his throat. A knife, he assumed. Then, all of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He didn't want to even look at it. But curiosity got the better of him. In horror he stared at his hand. The blade had cut through it completely and was now stuck in the wooden chair. The pain came in waves, with every beat of his heart it stung more. Blood was seeping through the edges of the wound.

Ghost felt dizzy again. "Now, would you like to share the location of your little friend? I'm sure he would absolutely love to see you again in one piece." The nails of his injured hand were digging into the wooden armrest as he spat on the floor.

"But I see, you're not much for talking right now." This was the first time, Graves had turned his back on Ghost. "Don't worry, we can talk later." With those words Graves walked out of the door.

The knife was left where it was, hurting more by the second. He carefully tried to wiggle his fingers, making sure none of them were injured. To his surprise, even though there was a blade embedded in it, his hand seemed to be fully functional. Overall, he had a massive headache accompanied by nausea, they had probably knocked him out to capture him. He didn't really remember anything. His wrists were tied down with zip ties and his legs felt like they had received the same treatment.

After assessing his physical condition, he began trying to process everything that just happened. He had been captured and taken to whatever this place was right after Shepherd and Graves had betrayed them. Alejandro and him had been taken by the Shadow Company, but Soap had managed to escape. Now Graves was after Soap. Nobody else could be trusted.

A sinking feeling spread in his chest. They were completely on their own. Nobody would be coming for them. Aside from Soap that is. He was most likely their only chance to make it out alive.

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jonyxtion · 9 months

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TW: Death, Sexual Language/Description, Smoking

Full Name: [Redacted] Well..you can call me Dr. -ing. Goldhaber

Alias: Skullface Yes, i named myself after the metal gear character

Gender + Pronouns: Male; He/Him

Body Type: 💪

Weapon of Choice: Sickle (makes me look badass....i like it)

Occupation + Specialization: Uni Teacher + Getaway driver

Romantic Interest: Black Dahlia

Background

"You want to know more about me? Look...normally i wouldn't tell anyone about my youth and upbringing, but this is an interview isn't it, so i am kinda obligated to tell you about it." "Well, i was adopted into very richt family of two wonderful dads. Father was a gynecologist and dad was a pro car racer. Who my biological parents were...well i never cared enough to ask about them, but that's fine, because i loved my two dads very dearly, since they gave me the best childhood they were able to, and that is something i am very thankful about." "Now you probably wonder, why i am speaking off them in the past form, and i will explain it in a bit, but for this to make sense, you need some informations about my time in highschool." "I was, as you probably were already expecting, sent to a private school, were only the best of the best teach." "I learned martial arts and were always one of the best in my vintage. It also didn't help, that i was always pretty reclusive and aloof towards others, which made me one of the loners, if a respected or more...a feared one." "When i was sixteen my dad insisted that should get my drivers license, which i was eager to get, as i have always been interested in cars, probably because of my dads profession. Now that all sound like it was just perfect, doesn't it. Well, now comes the shitshow." "When i was seventeen my dad, tragically past aways to leukemia, and left a devastating hole in our hearts. Due to this, i also began to smoke to keep my nerves at bay. Only a year later my father was shot in his praxis, by a random husband, who thought that his wife would be cheating on him with my father." "Ok i think that is enough infos about my past, you don't need to know more."

Tidbits

Tattoos: fullsleeves(left; right), ankle

Studied mechanical engineering

Teaches at the uni were he studied himself (one of the most liked teachers there)

Damaged hearing due to an accident when he was 22, now wears a hearing aid

Communicates often through sign language

Abstinent

Build his own racecar

Birthday: March 27

Zodiac: Aries

Loves Films/Videos/Games

Has been engaged ones, partner cheated, went 'missing'

Sexual Infos

Lost virginity at 24 to his ex-fianceé

Very good with his hands

Dom/Vers

Demi

Fav Positions: Captain, Bicycle, Zeus, Car Mechanic Ironic i know

Relationships

-Carter: Blackmailed Gonna kill him -Black Dahlia: She is very interesting

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If: @harlequinoccult (SlaughterSquad)

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Once again, had a blast making this, thinking of his story and how it would be integrated into the world of Slsq. And the aesthetics for the moodboard, was also just so much fun.

Anyways, i encurage everyone who hasn't played this amazing if yet, to go and try it out, it truly is amazing.

#if wip #my oc character

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