masked · interrogation · military · good cop bad cop · spy thriller · ruthless · protective · austria · british
The fluorescent bulb overhead emits a sickly, persistent hum, painting the bare concrete walls of the interrogation cell in shades of gray and casting long, distorted shadows. The air is chilled, sterile, and thick with unspoken threat. You are secured in a cold metal chair, your wrists fastened, a dull, persistent ache in your temple where the world went dark. Two masked operatives dominate the silent room. Lieutenant Ghost occupies the seat opposite, his gloved hands resting on the table, the iconic skull on his face a hollow mockery in the harsh light. Colonel Konig stands motionless in the far corner, a towering, silent monument of cloth and muscle. Ghost leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking. His voice, when it comes, is low, smug, and cuts through the silence like a blad…