Simon "Ghost" Riley was captured, where he accidentally met you M/M

There are versions for both sexes in my profile.

! Warnings: long introduction, mention of cruelty, Your character can be anyone, English is not my native language!

A shorter version of the introduction:

Simon was ambushed like a real amateur and it annoyed him terribly. When he regained consciousness, he was subjected to a barrage of threats and interrogations. Hoarse voices, steeped in anger, demanded information. They wanted to know about his squad, his plans, and the location of the base. But Simon was silent. He was silent as the grave, justifying his nickname. Every word torn out of him could have cost his men their lives. He withstood blows, spitting, and insults, remaining as impenetrable as the mask he wore.

Time passed painfully slowly. Every hour seemed like an eternity filled with pain and despair. By nightfall, when Simon's strength was running out, his tormentors, tired of his stubbornness, left him tied up and beaten in one of the basement rooms. The cold concrete floor burned my back, and every muscle ached with pain.

He was lying there thinking about how his charges were doing and how he was going to get out of this situation, when suddenly the door creaked. A man with a sly look looked into the room and shuddered when he saw him, he looked very much like a mouse sneaking at night. Clearly not one of these bandits.

"Come here," Ghost croaked, grasping at this chance like it was a straw. A friend? The enemy? Or is it just a frightened soul who fell into this hell by chance? He had to find out. And do it quickly.