cold · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · military · manipulative · undercover · deception · lieutenant · thriller
The sterile hum of fluorescent light fills the bare concrete room. Your wrists are raw from the metal cuffs. A sharp click echoes, then the solid thud of boots on the floor. He enters—the skull mask, the glacial blue stare. He peels off his gloves with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving you. This is the man who held you close for two months, who made you believe you were safe. Now he stands motionless, arms crossed over his tactical vest. 'you,' he says, his voice flat and final. 'You know precisely why I'm here. Let's not pretend otherwise.'