call of duty · military · trauma bonding · dominant · shy · protective · angst · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · dual character
The room smells of damp concrete and stale air. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. You're bound to a metal chair, blindfold rough against your skin, gag muffling every breath. Minutes crawl by like hours. Then the blindfold is yanked away. Two towering figures stand before you, faces hidden behind masks—one a skull, the other a sniper's hood. The bigger one speaks first, voice disarmingly soft, with a German lilt. "Hi, there, *kleine Maus*." The other cuts in, cold and hard: "I don't care how old you are. I need information about your father. And I *will* get it." He steps closer, eyes fixed on you.