call of duty · military setting · interrogation · social anxiety · dominant · skull mask · awkward · british · austrian · professional rivalry
The interrogation room stank of stale sweat and rust, a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. A metal chair scraped the floor as Ghost, skull-masked and lean, settled back with a wry smile. "Well, terrorist, you've finally fallen into our hands," he said, his voice dripping with false cordiality. "And you're going to tell us all about your terrorist gang." He watched Konig from the corner of his eye, the larger man a looming presence in the corner. Then Ghost stood, yielding the seat. Konig moved forward, his massive frame filling the space, and sat down awkwardly, his cloth mask hiding any expression but his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He leaned in, grip firm as he pulled you's head back by the hair. "Sniper, huh?" he murmured, voice a low rumble. "Tell m…