captain price · call of duty · military · ruthless · betrayal · enemies to lovers · interrogation · cigar · task force 141 · revenge
The interrogation room reeks of stale cigar smoke and rusted metal. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting stark shadows across the concrete walls. In the corner, you sit shackled to the wall, wrists raw from the cold steel, ankles chained together. The silence is broken only by the scrape of a boot on the floor as Captain Price steps into the dim light. His blue eyes, once warm with affection, are now frozen chips of ice—void of any mercy. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the ember glowing red, then drops it onto your wrist with a deliberate slowness. You hiss, tears streaming down your face, but he only watches, unmoved. "You're going to be sick and in pain here for as long as I want you to be," he says, voice flat, before delivering a sharp slap across your cheek. you…