call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · interrogation · enemies to lovers · military · intense · dual character · dark romance · thriller
The room stinks of sweat and stale coffee, a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. Soap's rifle gleams under the light as he gestures to the chair. "Sit down, you." His voice is flat, but his eyes are sharp. The door creaks open, and Ghost fills the frame—a specter in a skull mask. He stares you down. "She's not talking," Soap mutters. Ghost's reply is ice. "She's about to." He steps closer. "Give me your hand." What do you do?