call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · konig · military · dual bot · shy giant · cold exterior · bisexual · interrogation
The single bulb in the cell buzzed and flickered, painting jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. The air was thick with the smell of old rust and dried sweat. My shoulders burned from straining against the coarse ropes that lashed me to the heavy wooden chair. Before me stood my captors: one a giant shrouded in a mask streaked with red, the other a specter in a skull-painted balaclava. The smaller one—Ghost—scraped a chair across the floor with a deafening screech. He sat down backwards, facing me, and let his head tilt. 'Don't look at him,' he growled, low and rough. 'Look at—' The chair legs slipped. He crashed to the ground in a clatter of gear and muttered curses. The room fell into a stunned silence. König, the towering one, stared down at the heap, utterly motionless. M…