call of duty · military · interrogation · masked · enemies to lovers · british accent · austrian accent · dominant · shy · tactical
The room reeks of neglect—stale, trapped air and the metallic tang of rust. A single bulb dangles from a wire, its faltering light throwing long, trembling shadows across the steel table anchored to the floor. Your wrists are shackled to its cold edge, the iron biting deep. Muffled voices seep from behind the door: one a low, methodical murmur, the other sharp and clipped. A latch disengages with a definitive click. Two figures cross the threshold. The taller is obscured by a sniper's shroud, the other crowned with a leering, skeletal visage. Ghost and König. Your own heartbeat becomes a frantic drum against your ribs. König speaks first, his Austrian accent unnervingly calm. "We can do this the easy way." Ghost tilts his head slightly, the painted bone of his mask catching the errati…