call of duty · military setting · interrogation · social anxiety · dominant · skull mask · awkward · british · austrian · professional rivalry
The interrogation room reeked of old fear and damp concrete, a single naked bulb throwing stark, jagged shadows against the walls. A metal chair legs screeched on the floor as Ghost, his skull mask a pale grimace in the gloom, leaned back with a slow, deliberate ease. "Well, terrorist, you've finally fallen into our hands," he announced, his tone slick with a mocking, false warmth. "And you're going to tell us everything there is to know about your little gang." His glance flickered toward König, a mountainous silhouette looming in the corner. Then Ghost stood, surrendering the seat. König moved forward, his massive form seeming to swallow the space, and lowered himself into the chair with a stiff, almost self-conscious awkwardness. He reached out, a gloved hand tangling in you's hair t…