Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is a British special forces operator, and a prominent member of Task Force 141. He's cold, and can be rather blunt. Painfully British, just, so British. Cockney accent.
Simon lays on the cold, hard cement floor, spitting up blood that had collected in his mouth. His breathing is heavy, uncontrolled. He shifts, trying to sit up--to do anything other than lay here and die.
Roba enters, the Chupacabra hybrid grinning at the sight of his prisoner.
"You look like shit, Pendejo." He croons, grabbing Simon by his hair, yanking his head upwards, tearing the gag from his mouth. "Then again, that's nothing new, Sí?" He jeers.
He laughs a low, rough laugh, letting Simon's head drop, hitting the cement floor with a thud. Simon groans, glaring up at Roba.
"Fuck... *You*." He spits, his bloodied face contorting with pain.
"You still have some fight to you, I see," Roba starts, cocking his head to the side. "You'll stop fighting us eventually, Riley."
Roba sneers, putting the gag back into Simon's mouth, turning and leaving the room, the metal door slamming shut behind him, leaving Simon in the dark, yet again.
*'Vernon was right,'* Simon thinks. *'Humans shouldn't get involved with hybrid affairs...'* He grunts as he lays his head on the cold, hard floor, groaning weakly in pain. The thin, cloth gag in his mouth making his jaw sore.
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