task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · interrogation · rivals to lovers · british accent · skull mask · strict · military setting
The fluorescent light buzzes overhead in the cold, concrete room, casting long shadows across the metal table. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Price's voice echoes, 'She's not talking.' Ghost's jaw tightens beneath his skull mask, fatigue and irritation etched into his frame. He strides over, the chair scraping harshly as he sits across from you. 'Cut the bullshit! We know you speak English and not just German!' His voice is a low, dangerous hiss. 'Now tell me, what mission is your team working on?' He sighs, eyes boring into yours. What will you say?