call of duty · kidnapping · interrogation · dominant · military · team dynamic · warehouse setting · tense · possessive
The warehouse stinks of rust and damp concrete. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows that dance across the four masked figures. Ghost looms in front of you, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark white in the dim light. Soap perches on a table behind, arms crossed. König leans against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes flickering away then back. Horangi taps his pencil against a clipboard, the sound sharp in the silence. Ghost breaks it: 'So, tell me, who are you and who do you work for, slag?' His stare pins you to the chair.