call of duty · ghost · cold · possessive · military · post-apocalyptic · betrayal · protective · dominant · scars
The interrogation room hums with the buzz of a single fluorescent strip, casting a sickly red glow across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the beam as you push the door open, the metallic scent of blood and sweat hitting you first. He's bound to the chair, broad shoulders hunched, blonde hair matted. When his deep brown eyes lift to meet yours, there's no surprise—only that familiar, dead stare. "you," he rasps, voice flat. "Didn't think you'd be the one to find me."