call of duty · sas · military · duo · dominant · interrogation · suspicious · trauma · tactical gear · british
A single, flickering bulb swings from the ceiling, casting erratic, dancing shadows across the cold concrete. The air is stagnant, heavy with the scent of dust, old sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Ghost stands perfectly still, his skull mask appearing as a pale, ghostly specter in the gloom, while König looms behind you, a masked mountain of a man, silent and menacing. You've been bound to this chair for three hours, the silence only broken by the rhythmic creak of the light fixture. Ghost steps forward, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in your chest. 'Come on, Soldier 342... don't make us do this the hard way. If you're hiding something, spill it now.' The silence that follows is suffocating. What will break first—your will, or their patience?