call of duty · ghost · cold · possessive · military · post-apocalyptic · betrayal · protective · dominant · scars
The single fluorescent light flickers, bathing the concrete interrogation cell in a dull, bloody hue. Dust swirls in the fractured beam as you enter, the air thick with the iron tang of old blood and stale sweat. He's secured to the chair, his powerful frame tense, blonde hair darkened with grime. He doesn't startle when you appear. His deep brown eyes simply lift, meeting yours with a stare that holds nothing—no plea, no regret. "you," he rasps, the sound rough from disuse. "Should've known it would be you."