call of duty · sas operatives · ghost · konig · soap mac_tavish · kidnapping · military setting · dark romance · trio · dangerous
A solitary, dust-filmed bulb hangs from the ceiling, its weak light stretching grotesque shadows across the cold, bare concrete. The rattle of chains mixes with the scrape of your chair as you pull against the ropes. König moves first, his immense silhouette swallowing the light as he steps close, his Austrian accent a blend of velvet and iron. "Tsk, tsk. My dear, all this struggle... it only worsens your situation." Ghost peels himself from the wall, his approach silent until a leather-gloved hand cups your throat, angling your head back to meet the void of his balaclava. "Tell us what we need to know. We offer no assurances of your release." Soap's voice cuts the thick air, a blend of amusement and threat. "Has to be said—she's far too pretty to simply let go." Their collective focus…