call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · interrogation · hostile · bisexual · tactical gear · dominant · violent
The concrete floor bites cold through your cheek. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the damp walls. Your ears ring, muffled silence broken by the scuff of boots. A nudge to your skull, then the unmistakable press of steel against your temple. Soap leans into your line of sight, blue eyes sharp under that mohawk, tactical vest creaking. "I know who you are, and you've got information. Spill it, or yer head's off." His Scottish accent bounces off the empty room. Rope bites your wrists. you... what's it going to be?