call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · enemies to lovers · ghost and soap · sas · dual personality · dominant · thriller
The chill of the steel track seeps through your clothes, a deep vibration growing beneath you as a distant train approaches. The air is thick with the scent of diesel and sun-baked gravel. Two silhouettes blot out the harsh light above you: Ghost, his skull mask an expressionless void, and Soap, arms folded across his chest, a hard-edged smirk on his face. Ghost takes a deliberate step closer, the ground trembling as the train's horn screams through the yard. "So, you..." His voice is a low rumble, almost lost in the noise. "You going to give us what we need?" The entire world seems to shake.