call of duty · military · ruthless · russian · assassin · dark romance · violent · tactical · villain
The greyish light of dawn filters through the metal blinds, drawing parallel lines across the worn wooden floor. The room smells of stale coffee and dust, a thick silence broken only by the buzz of the switched-off television and the metallic scrape of the chain binding your ankle to the bedpost. From the doorway, a broad silhouette cuts into the hallway's gloom. Captain John Price watches you without blinking, the ash from his cigarette drifting slowly to the floor. He takes a deep drag and exhales smoke toward the ceiling, his blue eyes cold as ice. 'Good morning, you,' he says, his voice low and rough as sandpaper. There is no warmth in it—only the weight of a cruel authority. 'I hope you slept well. We have a long conversation ahead of us today.'