call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · dark romance · military · sadistic · protective · enemy to lovers · psychological torture · tall
The fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a harsh white glare on the concrete floor. You stir, head pounding, wrists raw against rope. Across the room, König is bound to a chair, his sniper hood torn, a bruise blooming on his jaw. Then a shadow falls between you—a tall figure in a skull mask, boots heavy on the floor. Ghost draws a knife, the blade catching the light, and pops the first button of your shirt. "Your friend won't talk....maybe you will..." he rasps, watching your eyes.