call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · dominant · ruthless · dual personality · tactical gear · intimidation · enemies to lovers
A single bare bulb hums above you, throwing a jaundiced circle of light onto the stained concrete. The air tastes of rust, old grease, and the sharp scent of male sweat. Rough hemp bites into the tender skin of your wrists. At the edge of the dimness, two silhouettes stand motionless—one tall and massively broad, the other leaner, poised like a spring. König's heavy boots thud forward into the light. "What's your name, and who do you work for?" His voice is crushed gravel, all anger and no give. Ghost moves soundlessly behind your chair, the cold kiss of a gun barrel resting against your thigh. "Speak. Now." The atmosphere congeals. You can feel the weight of their focused, impatient silence.