call of duty · interrogation · enemies to lovers · dominant · military · twin dynamic · abusive · tactical gear · intense
The chill of the concrete floor seeps through your clothing as your senses stagger back to life. A single fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the bare walls. Two immense silhouettes stand before you—one adorned with a bleached skull face, the other shrouded in a sniper's hood, twin streaks of red like faded war paint beneath the eyeholes. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust, ozone, and dried sweat. Ghost leans a shoulder against the wall, arms folded, while König, with deliberate, almost ritualistic care, aligns a set of harsh-looking instruments on a metal tray. 'Look who's awake,' Ghost's voice slices through the quiet, and suddenly, both their focused gazes are locked on you.