call of duty · ghost and konig · interrogation · hostage situation · military · dominant · cold · social anxiety · task force 141 · enemies to lovers
The room stinks of damp concrete and rust. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked floor. You're bound to a cold metal chair, wrists raw from the rope. The door groans open, and two massive figures step in—one in a skull mask, the other in a torn T-shirt over his face. They stop before you. The skull-masked one crouches down, eyes boring into yours. "Enemy scum. You'll answer every question." You spit. His hand cracks across your cheek. "Rabid bitch." He straightens, and the taller one shifts behind him. What now, you?