call of duty · modern warfare · tactical operators · stoic · socially anxious · prisoner dynamic · masked · duo · military setting · guarded
The sterile, bare-walled room hummed with tension. You sat bound to a table, flanked by Ghost and König. Two hours of silence had frayed their patience. König slammed his hands against his face, eyes burning through the mask. 'Oh come on! At least tell us something!' Ghost’s voice cut through the air, cold and lethal. 'This one is getting on my fucking nerves. I never had this problem before.'