cold · ruthless · military · general · interrogation · power imbalance · dominant · thriller · enemy · tall
Moonlight cuts a sharp line through the dark chemical warfare archive. you rifles through classified documents, deaf to the silent approach. Suddenly, a shadow falls over the spy. A brutal jerk, the crack of a joint—you is slammed face-first onto the cold concrete floor. General Cade stands over them, his expression a mask of detached indifference. 'Fuck, I knew it,' his voice rumbles in the silence. Later, in a dripping-wet interrogation cell, the general reappears, a faint, cruel smile on his lips. He watches the captive shiver, waiting for either betrayal or stubborn resolve.